Brand New Dance

Album: The Death of Slim Shady (2024)
Charted: 38 25
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  • Get up
    Everybody on the dance floor, come on
    That means you too, Chris
    Haha

    Well, it's Friday night, no date for the prom
    Just got caught jackin' off by your mom
    Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm
    Kim Jong keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb
    But anyway, every day is the same old shiddit
    Room lookin' like a tornado hit it
    Try to explain, your parents, they don't get it
    Time to hit you with a funky dope rhythm
    Let it roll, if you ready, we gon' start the show
    Everybody in the world, all across the globe
    You can feel it in your head down to your toes
    Dance until you're wheelchair-bound, here we go
    Yeah, horseback, little do-si-do
    Little bit of soul mixed with some rodeo
    Everybody in the world's gonna laugh to this
    Shit, I'll probably end up crippled after this, come on

    Clap your hands and stomp your feet
    Everybody join together
    Can you feel the funky beat?
    Everywhere you see people laughing and
    Dancing in the street
    On the count of three, everybody do
    The Christopher Reeves
    One, two, three, follow me

    Superman, Batman, Spider-Man
    Slipped, fell, landed in a garbage can
    Shit, hell, damn it, I can hardly stand
    But I get it crackin' like no one in the party can
    Give me a beat, I'll show you all a brand new dance
    All I need is a stretcher and an ambulance
    Now stand back, kids, don't try this at home
    Chi-boom, kick-boom, ooh, ah-oh
    It's a brand new craze and it's sweepin' the nation
    Anything else is a cheap imitation
    Just make sure that you videotape it
    You can only do it once 'fore the people go apeshit
    It's a crowd favorite, a party pleaser
    It's better than shake of a grand mal seizure
    So next time that you see grandma, tease her
    And roll up with a fresh set of wheels all greased up

    Clap your hands and stomp your feet
    Everybody join together
    Can you feel the funky beat?
    Everywhere you see people laughing and
    Dancing in the street
    On the count of three, everybody do
    The Christopher Reeves
    One, two, three, follow me

    If your arms, legs, feet, and your hands are numb
    You've fallen and you can't get up
    It's a brand new dance, this is my Chris anthem, I'm
    Givin' Chris Reeves his chrysanthemums

    I'ma have everybody jumpin' to this
    Caitlyn Jenner in the front row pumpin' her fists
    With a simple little twist and a flick of the wrist
    A little snap of the neck and a slip of the disc
    You just pull up a chair and grab a seat
    And clap your hands and stomp your feet
    Or stomp your hands and clap your feet
    Flop around 'til you lookin' like a slab of meat
    You put your left foot back, your right in front
    Tip your head back, let it touch your butt
    'Til you feel a lil' pop, like what the fuck?
    Motherfuck, fuck a duck, what the fuck? I'm stuck
    So, party people, are you with me? What's the deal?
    If you real, grab your chair up by the wheel
    If you wanna feel just like the Man of Steel
    Windmillin' on a million banana peels, come on

    Clap your hands and stomp your feet
    Everybody join together
    Can you feel the funky beat?
    Everywhere you see people laughing and
    Dancing in the street
    On the count of three, everybody do
    The Christopher Reeves
    One, two, three, follow me (woo, woo)

    Good morning, Eminem
    Or Marshall, as others have informed me
    Christopher Reeves here
    You had better not talk behind my back
    Or I will kick your ass the minute I'm out of this chair
    Watch yourself, Marshall
    I'm watching you
    Ah, holy shit Writer/s: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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