*Intro*
Yeah! Oh! Get Up! I said get up! Let's go! 
Better watch out, now
Here [bad word] (come)
And we ain't stoppin' until
We see the mornin' sun (sun)
So give us room to do our thing
Cuz we [bad word] to hurt no one (one)
So [bad word] on get up on the floor
Right now and grab someone (one)

*1st verse*
Now first of all I'm the boss
I just wanna get that across
Man even my Dentist hates when I floss
Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche
Garbage bag on one of the windows
Spray-painted doors with the flames on 'em
Michigan plates and my name's on 'em
Baby, Shady's [bad word] on get him
If you dames want 'em
But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' [bad word] them games on him
He's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to put your claims on him?
Cuz you won't do to me what you did to the last man
Now climb in back try not to kick over the gas can
There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance
We have of just gettin' home, now could I get that lap dance?
She's got a tattoo of me right up off her [bad word]  man
In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps
That means she belongs to me, time to put the [bad word] clamps
Down and show this hussy who's the man
Now, get up, dance! 

 [bad word] 
Now you can do this on your own 
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody! 
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party! 
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party! 

*2nd Verse*
Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear
And walk around the party without a care
Like a body without a head
Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Livin' Dead
And tomorrow I'll prolly still be too high to get outta bed
Til I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer
Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta
I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!"
Miss the tree and [bad word] and two innocent bystanders
So quit tryin' ta play the wall like you pawlin' 
Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin'
They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin'
Cuz as soon as they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin'
Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini's
But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties
I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies
Man I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's
From the north, east and west, but when
 [bad word] to them trailers in them South Parks
Muffle it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's
So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie
Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy
C'mon

 [bad word] 
Now you can do this on your own 
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody! 
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party! 
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party! 

*3rd Verse*
Now whether you're black, white or purple 
If you're misunderstood
But you don't give a [bad word] 
You weren't doin' [bad word] that you should
Long as you know you're up to evil
And you're no [bad word] good
Get on the floor, man, and rep your 'hood
Now honey, don't let them pricks trip
We should make a quick dip
And go do some donuts in the hospital parkin' lot
Cuz girl I got a sick wip
Kick the back window outta my grill and
Put two milk crates in the [bad word] 
Rip out the stick sh