C'mon man, we're running late
Let's go
Already
Can I rock? Can I rock?
Can I rock? Can I rock?
Lets go!
Can I rock? Can I rock?
We got it turn up, turn out
Now it's on
Yeah, yeah
Can I rock? Can I rock?
Horns up banging head ripping air guitar
She dancing on the bar
The walls getting wet
Lines on the table
Table on the rocks in my hand
Yeah, yeah
Can I rock? Can I rock?
Horns up banging head ripping air guitar
You Mini Me boy, I'm Dr Evil
I'm more evil than Ronnie James Dio
Holy diver evil when I'm inside her
It's satanic the way I gotta have it
Yeah, yeah, can I rock? Can I rock?
Head down nose to the grind
No sleep for the wicked
I'ma rest when I die
I never get tired
I'ma rock 'til I rot
Yeah, yeah
I feel like rocking with some old school classics
Like some money Pink Floyd, or some Zeppelin or Sabbath
You're just so hardcore help me forget my troubles
Something heavy a soundtrack for my struggle
Can I rock? Can I rock?
We got it turn up, turn out
Now it's on (now it's on)
Yeah, yeah
Can I rock? Can I rock?
Horns up banging head ripping air guitar
She dancing on the bar
The walls getting wet
Lines on the table
Table on the rocks in my hand
Yeah, yeah
Can I rock? Can I rock?
Horns up banging head ripping air guitar
Torture bitches like Iron Maiden
I run with the devil, call me Van Halen
I stab bitches with my Nine Inch Nails
Crucify niggas on my Highway to Hell
Yeah, yeah, can I rock? Can I rock?
Head down nose to the grind
No sleep for the wicked
I'ma rest when I die
I never get tired
I'ma rock 'til I rot
Yeah, yeah
I feel like rocking with some old school classics
Like some money Pink Floyd, or some Zeppelin or Sabbath
You're just so hardcore help me forget my troubles
Something heavy a soundtrack for my struggle
(You're just so hardcore help me forget my troubles
Something heavy a soundtrack for my struggle)
Can I rock? Can I rock?
We got it turn up, turn out
Now it's on (now it's on)
Yeah, yeah
Can I rock? Can I rock? (Rock)
Horns up banging head ripping air guitar
She dancing on the bar
The walls getting wet
Lines on the table
Table on the rocks in my hand
Yeah, yeah
Can I rock? Can I rock? (Rock)
Horns up banging head ripping air guitar
You part-time, I'm a lifer
I fuck with your hoe, then you wifer
My bitch a boss, Ms Sinatra
Your bitch roll off, oompaloompa
Yeah, yeah, can I rock? Can I rock?
Head down nose to the grind
No sleep for the wicked
I'ma rest when I die
I never get tired
I'ma rock 'til I rot
