Pharoah Monch w-w-w-w-with Aimee AllennnOkay, whatever, oblivionnI don't carenThat's how I'm livingnIm'a sing againnOkay, okay, whatever, oblivionnI ain't your average hip-hop/rock chicknSo start listeningnnNew to New YorknJust another demo with a pretty facenMet a couple of kids on St. MarksnThat took me to this placen(And then we) Dropped in an alleynStarted ba-ba-banging on the doornThe bouncer patted me downnI give him a poundnWalked right out into the floornn(DJ) Mark Ronsonn(And somebody) Pharoah MonchnSpun me 'round like a record, babynSpun me 'round there like a record, babynnGet the fuck upn(Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the fuck upnThrow your hands to the skynAnd all my people in the back saying It's alrightn(Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to men(Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasyn(Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wallnWild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah)nnOkay, whatever, oblivionnI don't carenThat's how I'm livingnIm'a sing againnOkay, okay, whatever, oblivionnI ain't your average hip-hop/rock chicknSo keep listeningnnOh, new to New YorknFound a charter down on everyonenI'm in dumb heals singing girls just wanna have funnNext thing I knownI'm ba-ba-banging on the barnNow I must be drunk, telling everyonenI'm gonna be a starnnPlease, good times, don't kill menAnd the whole world, sing with menPut the record up for the revolutionnI'm gonna start it like thisnnGet the fuck upn(Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the fuck upnThrow your hands to the skynAnd all my people in the back saying It's alrightn(Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to men(Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasyn(Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wallnWild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah)nnOkay...nOkay, whatever, oblivionnI don't carenThat's how I'm livingnPharoah, bring it innnThis is my wordnEvery verse is superbnFrom the hood to the 'burbsnThey can feel it from the jocks to the nerdsnYou can feel it on the block, on the curbnPharoah Monch rock for the hip-hop catsnSparking the herbnWe break through like hallow tips and black talonsnI'm back wildin' on a track with Aimee AllennDisagree, from Sicily, she's the SicilionnAnd vocally you can feel she's a chameleon (la la la)nThe excecutioner, lower the noose downnWe 'bout to smack these rap clowns and get loose now like...nn(Yeah)nGet the fuck upn(Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the fuck upnThrow your hands to the skynAnd all my people in the back saying It's alrightn(Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to men(Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasyn(Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wallnWild out now 'cause we about to ball like...nn(Come on, come on, come on)nGet the fuck upn(Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the fuck upnThrow your hands to the skynAnd all my people in the back saying It's alrightn(Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to men(Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasyn(Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wallnWild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah) n