Mayday! - Make Some Noise lyrics

[Intro: Bernz] Oh my God, you're so nasty! Ladies and gentlemen! C'mon! Yeah (x4) One-two [?] [Verse 1: Bernz] It's so pretty, warriors dance, the audience claps Veteran minds, the ladies in hot pants And how you that-that, I'm on my "Who that?", y so so Get them off the stage before he chasing with shell toes I got a good feeling I'm a bad example Got a bad b**h back stage with my sample Man will serenade, my favorite drink's lemonade Get me in the vibe and you'll see just how good it tastes Sweet as mola**es, [?] in all fashions Junk yard dog sh**, can even smoke your ashes I like the fast sh**, fast money and fast cars That's the type of sh** that'll probably make my dick hard And don't check b**h, I'm ready Catch them by surprise and get them right before they get me f** a warning shot, I'm gonna let the cannons pop Don't nobody know to dance, before they hear a drop [Hook: Wrekonize]x2 Don't count us out (count us out) I ain't heard a bell, I've got seats to sell Y'know you might as well have fell, but I'm alive and well [Verse 2: Wrekonize] Here's another tale of a dominant male Giving mommy some ale, rocking with Obama at Yale I mean Columbia, pulling out the solid ground from under ya Sorry s*ut, better run and duck when your number's up Breaking bread like I never knew it was sliced now We're making records for both the black and the white crowds So put the mic down, I mean like right now I'm k**ing hype crowds, while you're k**ing the mood I'm just a local entertainer, who keeps the stranger family But you don't understand, God dammit, you're Casey Anthony Murder Imma be polite while I'm serving ya That old school British talk, Eastern Suburbia Back to the West then, cracking a yes men Stackin' a next gem, your raps been a mess, man I need a moment now, let me take a breather Fakers all around me, but I don't need them either If you need me, you can find me in Hell Making wishes in the well, I ain't hearing no bells She's got ¡MAYDAY! up, all mores code tatted Skywalker flow, with a force so tragic [Hook: Wrekonize]x2 Don't count us out (count us out) I ain't heard a bell, I've got seats to sell Y'know you might as well have fell, but I'm alive and well [Verse 3: Garcia] Standing by the bar with a gun in my pants Shorty flirting with her eyes while she hugging her man Shacking my plans, check-check the mic for the fans Gotta reup on my works so I'm holding a grand Double up the money, Mr. hand over fist I hit the door twenty deep, and we're not on the list Headless, limitless, proceed d**h with a kiss Tisk-tisk, no sh**, left my chick with a cyst Pain runs deep and that's why I gave her no sleep Call me more, but I ain't happy 'til I'm watching her weep Tears of joy, freaky n***a by the [?], poodle Ain't a noddle like it's dipped in soy Just me and my boys being part of the bar Chop sticks have some b**h eating Mr. Wong Got some low cut jeans, exposing her thong And I won't stop until the spleen is on the tip of my schlong Am I wrong? Nah, I don't think so (x2) Yeah, God see it [Alternative Hook: Wrekonize] Don't count us out (count us out)