Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!

Look out, look out!

Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!

She’s gonna make you shout!

Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!

Beware the flow!

Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!

Turn off the radio!

It’s the legendary lyricist, the Phoenix rose,

here to shake your body from your hair down to your toes!

It starts in your ears and flows down your spine,

works its way into your hips until it makes you mine!

Oozes down into your heart and it infects your soul

until your whole entire body starts to lose control.

‘Cause the second you start hearing my hypnotic groove

you’ll forget how to think, and you can only move!

Don’t be shy, everyone knows you can’t help but lose it

when your system’s overridden by the sound of music!

It’s not your fault, nobody can maintain their focus

When they’re sucked into the Dragon-style hocus-pocus!

Don’t know why you’re surprised that you’re completely transfixed

and absolutely mesmerized by the track that we mixed.

With Ranko on the mic, Crash strummin’, Ken drummin’,

Shin and Jacob dropping bombs back there, you should’ve seen it coming!

Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!

Beware the flow!

Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!

Turn off the radio!

You can’t help but dance. There’s no time to rest.

There’s a siren on the mic that’s making you possessed!

There’s nowhere to hide! Nowhere to go!

No escaping from the demon in your radio!

There’s another verse coming, so I’m back from hell

to put your shaking butt right back under my spell.

There’s a slither in my rhythm, shipped in straight from Hades,

heatin’ all the boys up, and most of the ladies!

So, don’t call a doctor, don’t call a priest!

You’re a thrall to the rhythm and can’t be released!

All that’s left is to surrender and profess devotion

as you’re lyrically commanded to perpetual motion!

I’m a psycho on the microphone, vile and evil!

With a rhythm this insidious, it’s gotta be illegal!

As long as you can hear me, then you’re mine for the taking!

Now my devilish revelry’s got your skeleton shaking!

Your muscles take over, your mind’s deactivated

as this tricksy singing pixie makes you totally captivated.

Might as well give in and come to grips with your fate;

once you heard the bass drop, it was already too late!

Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!

Beware the flow!

Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!

Turn off the radio!

You can’t help but dance. There’s no time to rest.

There’s a siren on the mic that’s making you possessed!

There’s nowhere to hide! Nowhere to go!

No escaping from the demon in your radio!

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You're not ready for me, boy. I’m strange and exotic!

Diabolically, chaotically, hypnotically erotic!

Even if you don’t wanna be dancin’, well, you’re forced to be,

so cower to my power of seductive sonic sorcery.

You know you’re totally enchanted, so give in to my hex!

You ain’t gettin’ with me, and so it’s better than sex!

Even the wallflowers over there, bored and listless,

will be crawling to the floor, screaming out ”Yes, mistress!”

Every bop I drop’s a hit, because your mistress doesn’t miss.

That’s why my beat has moved your feet up to the edge of the abyss!

All this drummin’ is summonin’ up my musical minions,

bodies rubbin’ in the club I’ve made my personal dominion.

The irreverent revenant revvin’ up everyone hearing me.

No talisman can challenge the malice of my tyranny!

Bringin’ the sickness with a quickness and it’s spreading through the nation,

infecting you with vitriolic rollicking contagion!

You can’t help but dance. There’s no time to rest.

There’s a siren on the mic that’s making you possessed!

There’s nowhere to hide! Nowhere to go!

No escaping from the demon in your radio!

It’s the verbal infernal, burnin’ you up with the compulsion

that drives you to involuntary bodily convulsion.

My silvery delivery is wigglin’ your waistlines.

I’m wrecking you, injecting you with heckin’ sexy bass lines!

I’m gonna make you dance until your limbs go limp,

impelling impromptu impetus like an impudent imp!

Now the masses shake their asses rockin’ under my thrall -

I’ve got most of ‘em already, but I’m comin’ for them all!

I know I didn’t warn ya, so I guess it wasn’t fair to ya

to bury you in scary tunes and lyrical hysteria.

My harmonic sonic tonic’s got you enraptured.

With my iconic, demonic, stereophonic beat, you’re captured!

The commotion I’m hostin’s forcin’ the motion of your vertebra.

At least you die smiling when I musically murder ya!

You know it isn’t good for you, but still can’t get enough of us.

Surrender yourself up unto the sultry singing succubus!

You can’t help but dance. There’s no time to rest.

There’s a siren on the mic that’s makin’ you possessed!

There’s nowhere to hide! Nowhere to go!

No escaping from the demon in your radio!

I’ve got you bad already, but it’s only gonna worsen,

‘cause this final verse is just dispersed when Ranko’s here in person!

Now the demon’s out the radio, and up here on the stage -

I’ve made you all my pets, and now, this dance floor is your cage!

Yeah, I’m downright despotic with my melodic possession

when my body and my rhyme combine in hellish obsession.

With the dying multiplying, you’ll be crying for your mommies

once deliciously malicious pitches turn you into zombies!

I beat out every ghost and ghoul, laid waste to all the liches

for the right to come to Earth and make you all my dancing bitches!

Now I’m the only oni with the tones to shake your bones,

because you’re mine to rock forever, and you’re never going home!

Abandon all hope; this flow’s a slippery slope, guy.

So wholly unholy, even my record label’s Yokai!

Tell the boys lined up outside that we’re about to lock the doors.

I'll claim their souls tomorrow; I've already got yours!

You can’t help but dance. There’s no time to rest.

There’s a siren on the mic that’s making you possessed!

There’s nowhere to hide! Nowhere to go!

No escaping from the demon in your radio!

Now that I’ve got you, I ain’t ever gonna let you go!

No escaping from the demon in your radio!