Letra de Brand New Dance - Eminem

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, but the people go apeshit

It's a crowd favorite, a party pleaser

It's better than the shake of the 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 little 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

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

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