Pour a drink and let the music do the rest, don't stop movin' till you feel it in your chest. Brace for impact, 'cause once the bass attacks, you goin' shake that ass, until your f*ckin face collapse! So when you're feelin good you'd better put your hands up put your hands up, put your f*cking hands up! It's time to party man and we ain't tryin' to stop, turn the volume up until the f*cking speaker pops!
Here we go, don't stop till the f*cking speaker pops!
P-A-R-T-Y! Let the music get ya high, don't think about stoppin' until you reach the S-K-Y! Keepin' it fly! Until we see the mornin' light, somethin' about it just feel right. The bass is heavy the vocals are tight, just focus on that and you'll be alright! 'Cause once it drops we know that they smashin, they gettin down in an orderly fashion! Killin' them dance moves, like an assassin, Walk in the nest and you know we get crashin'! Time to get faded, soaked and sweaty, the crossfader that we bringin' is dope and heavy, turnin' your brain into spaghetti, It's that time again, I hope you're ready! (Snak the Ripper Laughs)
Here we go, don't stop, 'till somebody call the cops!
Datsik, Snak the Ripper! We tryin f*ckin' have a good time tonight! (Snak the Ripper Laughs)
Compositores: Troy David Beetles, William Fyvie (Snak The Ripper) ECAD: Obra #6681239