Find me now or find another,
It’s a weekend of doubt and there’s no time for lovers
Some fight for the right to party, some fight for supper
However you wanna cut the butter
This blade jumper just turned blind runner
And I don’t fear the wall or any oncomers
They’re already on the wrong side of a
Diamond Dallas Paige Flyin’ Diamond Cutter
The spell’s already out the shell
Crashin’ with the wrath of a thousand Dells
The wrath of a hundred drunks at Wisconsin Dells
Na, I ain’t on the bill, but I’m still rockin’ bells
Off the shelf and dirty boxin’
The outfit’s so loud, I heard’em walkin’
Fashionistas, well dressed monsters
Roamin’ charity balls, but ain’t got shit to offer
Mouth closed, but it’s still noisy
Somehow they can’t let a b-boy be
Enjoy the beat and get down on the flo’
They’re in the balcony lookin’ down on the flo’
Good God. Holy Moses.
You got a problem? Strike it up with the hostess
Maestro put it in motion
Only quantity these folks roll with is over dosage
Outside the door is as close as
You’re gonna get to these social cobras
Strike first was the old slogan
This is about who strike’s the lowest

Off the wall. Haywire.
Maybe we should stay awhile.
Grab a chair and break it over
Somebody’s big smile
I don’t know what you been told, but
We act the same sober
Swallow pride, spit fire,
Throw a punch before we like to
Make out, make out
Make out- yeah
Make out, make out
Make out- uh
Make out, make out
Make out- yeah
Make out, make out
Make out

Fight broke out at the gala,
Swung from a chandalier, just missed the landin’
Leg dropped thru a table top on the Ms’
The lady had it comin’, she was talkin’ expletives
Since the main entrée on plate got served
Talkin’ that ish got me heated like a hot perm
Usually got a handle on the temper,
But when it comes to cold queens colder than December
Can’t tell who’s the next to kick or next to kiss
In a flurry of fists of fury and estrogen
Bad company, good business
Fight stretched from the dance floor to the kitchen
Block- Blockin’- uppercut cocked and
Let go, lips closed, still no problem
Blouses bouncin’, heels round-housin’
Dancin’ on, off, in and around
Phony bra’ steppin’ to me like Obi Wan
Little did he know I throw bows like Tony Jaa
Yea, I let the neck brace hold ya jaw
No sleeves, but I still roll’em up
Off the wall. Haywire.
Maybe we should stay awhile.
Grab a chair and break it over
Somebody’s pretty smile
I don’t know what you been told, but
We act the same sober
Swallow pride, spit fire,
Throw a punch before we like to
Make out…
The writings on the wall
Can’t you see
Life is just a brawl
Aim and swing
Don’t fake your best shot
Don’t fake your best shot
Don’t fake your best shot
Don’t fake your best shot
Don’t fake your best shot
Don’t fake your best shot
Don’t fake your best shot
Don’t fake your best shot
Don’t fake your best shot
Off the wall. Haywire.
Maybe we should stay awhile.
Grab a chair and break it over
Somebody’s fake smile
I don’t know what you been told, but
We act the same sober
Swallow pride, spit fire,
Throw a punch before we like to
Make out…