Yeah
Same song and dance
Damn, girl, everywhere I go
Same song and dance
I like the way you move, all over the globe
Same song and dance
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)

I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper thing, aren't ya?
Probably think you'll get slapped so damn hard ya
Won't even be able stand up straight, aren't ya?
Couple rape charges, people think you're a monster
The police constantly buggin' you non-stop
I walk up on ya, "Well, hello Tonya"
I think you got your OnStar button inside your car stuck
You out of gas? Do you got a flat?
I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundromat
I got your back, why don't you put your laundry basket in the back?
And sit up front, I'm not asking, it's a trap
You just got jacked and body snatched, and it's a wrap
In broad day, and no masks for this attack
I heard 'em say exact opposites attract
If that's fact, it'll take task force to get you back

Yeah, baby, do that dance
It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do
Girl, shake that ass
You ain't never gonna break that glass
That windshield's too strong for you
I said, yeah, baby, sing that song
It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing
You sexy little thing
Show me what you got, give it your all
Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me?
Same song and dance

The first victim I had, she was a big one
Big movie star, a party girl, big fun
She was the girl the media always picked on
In and out of rehab every four to six months
She was always known for little pranks and slick stunts
At Nickelodeon, flashed to little kids once
What an event it was, I was sitting in front
I was hooked in at the first glimpse of them buns
Seen her backstage, now here's where I come in, son
Look, her she comes, I better pull out the big guns
"Hello, Lindsay, you're looking a little thin, hun
How about a ride to rehab? Get in, cunt
But starting off on the wrong foot is what I didn't want
Girl, I'm just kidding, let me start over again, hun
See what I meant was, we should have a little intervention
Come with me to Brighton, let me relieve your tension
You little wench, ya, murder wasn't my intention
If I wanted to kill you, it would have already been done"
Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her
With 66 inches of extension chord

Yeah, baby, do that dance
It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do
Girl, shake that ass
You ain't never gonna break that glass
That windshield's too strong for you
I said, yeah, baby, sing that song
It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing
You sexy little thing
Show me what you got, give it your all
Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me?
Same song and dance

My second victim was even bigger than the first
Pop star, icon, the whole works
She played a little schoolgirl when she first
Burst upon the scene and seen that the world was hers
She twirls and turns and flirts and skirts so bad it hurts
It irked me, and made me mad at first
I lashed out in my songs, but what was really going on
Was that I had developed a crush
I just didn't know how to tell it to her
Should I cut off one of my ears and mail it to her?
Send her pictures of my collections of skeletons or
Footage of me impaling myself on an elephant's tusk?
We'll settle this once and for all, I'ma tell her at dusk
Tonight, tonight is the night, and tell her I must
Creep up to her mansion in stilettos and just
Climb the gate and ring the bell, like, "Hello, my love
I just picked your prescription for Seroquel up
Now would you like to share a pill or two with me?
I'll share my Valium with you 'cause I'm feeling you, Britney
I'll trade you a blue one for a pink one
Ever since a schoolgirl juvenile delinquent
I've been feeling you, ooh-ooh, girl, you sexy little gal, you
Hold that pill any longer it'll get sentimental value
Come on, toots, give me the Valium alley-oop
I'll slam dunk it in your mouth 'til you puke
And just as soon as you pass out in your alphabet soup
I'm 'bout to make a new outfit out of you
New outfit? Shit, I'll make a new suit out of you, shoot
Now show me how you move, baby, do how a-you do"

Yeah, baby, do that dance
It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do
Girl, shake that ass
You ain't never gonna break that glass
That windshield's too strong for you
I said, yeah, baby, sing that song
It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing
You sexy little thing
Show me what you got, give it your all
Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me?
Same song and dance

Same kicking and screaming, same crying and sobbing
Same song and dance
Same yelling and bleeding, same begging and pleading
Same song and dance
Yeah
Same song and dance
I know
Same song and dance

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Dawaun W. Parker, Mark Christopher Batson, Marshall B. III Mathers, Michael A. Elizondo, Trevor Ira Lawrence