Bout to Get Ugly

I think I'm ready to do some type of report Tell me whatcha really want Look at how lovely (Mark Ron) What they don't know (Rhymefest) it's bout to get ugly From the East to the Midwest Lemme tell ya how we do it here (It's 'bout to get ugly) You know we shot till I die And I'm lovin' the spot But when I'm up in NY they say the clubbin is hot They say You could meet a broad Take her home on the spot And that broad could get a broad Bring 'em home and just watch (Yes!) They say Club Cheeta' That's the place where all the niggas gettin' shot in the face We can hit central fly Long as the chicks is fly I need some head no time to waaaaaste Who that DJ be They said Ronson Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson That Midwest attitude gettin' 'em respondin" Talkin bout "Ohh his accent is so charmin'" Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe Looked around the room I ain't see no Negroes Like ahhh "niggas don't listen to techno" Slow it down now, we goin downstairs They got the Cristal They got the lounge chairs With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here (hey baby) I know its everyday for you I ain't from round here Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's bout to get ugly What they don't know it's bout to get ugly Right now it's gonna get ugly Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's bout to get ugly Tell ya right now it's bout to get ugly Right now [?most thinkin' it's lovely] I'm dancin with this chick, right? Music hard got her ass jumpin all night DJ throwin' out [?the pity part] that's right (No shirt on) Hey playa what that is, the White Stripes? (oooohhhh) Hold up Where the hell he get that mix White boys goin' wild doin back flips Playin rock n' roll Mixin' with the black shit M.O.P AC/DC That's it! Keep it goin' Now its Rob Zombie I never liked rock n' roll But now its gon' be Blonde hair blue eyes Kissin gold chains I'm Mos Def She the queen of the stone age Rhymefest I'm the king of my own age Get your motor running Head out on the highway The way this DJ like the start to the stop shit Should we dance? Hell nah, start a mosh pit And let 'em know we just Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's bout to get ugly What they don't know it's bout to get ugly Right now it's gonna get ugly Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's bout to get ugly Tell ya right now it's bout to get ugly Right now it's gonna get ugly Tell me whatcha really want For me to miss my plane Stay in NY and do it again Tell me whatcha really want Rock stars, electric guitars Baby who's pullin' your strings Tell me whatcha really want The DJ in the booth Thinking that we not playin the truth With the hard rock, hip-hop East to Midwest Mark Ronson's on the cut And my name is Rhymefest (Right now it's getting pretty ugly) (Riiiiight now,) (Doin' it again, Doin' it again, Doin' it again, Doin' it again now (Going to get ugly right now,) (I can't, I can't help myself…) (*continued vocalizing*)