We are party people, we are what you call, self-made party monsters, so welcome to the bar. First of all, I'd like to welcome y'all to 13th Annual Cotton Mount Ball. Round here, anything goes, whippas, tippas, and trickety-ho. Bass bones, ride of your bones, S.C. Taz and Fat Barn Loafs. Sun goes up and comes back down, we got a little bit of everything floating around. We the party monsters, setting the bar, dedicated to substance abuse, take a whiff of my jar. That be the mix of a bunch of different ways, to get down, cop a buzz and then spray. Flames from the liquor that I'm pounding every day, and right now I'm partied up, on my way to the ball, so let's play. You take a shot, I take a shot, you take a shot, we take a shot, hey! We are party people, we are what you call, self-made party monsters, so welcome to the ball. We are party people, we are what you call, self-made party monsters, so welcome to the ball. Party monsters, a special guest has just arrived. Please direct your attention to the red carpet. Here comes none other than the most sinister monster of them all, Tech N9ne. All the homegirls love me at Hooters, a straight Uber, MC's searching for that cooter. They know my road, oh rude, is a straight shooter, so we dipping if she packing a fat booter. Baby, all around the world, I be hootin' the same time, and Susan is right up off the ocean, I mean ocean. I threw back a couple of code ones and I'm in motion, party potion, then I'm broken. Tech N9ne, I'm getting that loot, very roller. Haters see me and they tryna shoot their Ebola, cause I got they women getting loose, every ho I get wet, cause I make them say, oop, areola. We are party people, we are what you call, self-made party monsters, so welcome to the party people. We are party people, we are what you call, self-made party monsters, so welcome to the party people. Let's wreck this, cause you know we can't hit a P-town baller, joggin' round. Let's wreck this, cause you know we can't hit a P-town baller, joggin' round. Hell yeah, I'm one of y'all that said, hell yeah, we could be the one to bring the party back in here. So let the bass drop and the temperature rise, tequila on your brains, vibratin' in your thighs. Kings do the *** worldwide, see me on a plane when we're mile high. Eyes red as ***, then my shades, no surprise. What you expect from this hell of a guy, hell of a guy. You can hang, put your hands to the ceiling. Everybody party hard, don't fight the feeling. I'ma put it out there that I can party harder than y'all, bringing heat to the brawl. I'm a monstah. Now we are the people that's controlling the wheel, and we are the people that be making the deals. Yes, we are the people that be up in the hills, finding fields of mushrooms for psychedelic appeal. Now I'm Johnny Victor, I'm the king of the block. I got a seven-fold van and a twelve-way stop. Yeah, party people, thanks for showing up. The monster baller's in full effect. So join the crowd and bounce your neck. Ayo, D-Lo, tell them what time it is. I'm D-Lo, get that love to smoke. Pat me head in a candy coat. Eyelids low like Vietnamese. Smell the dro when I blow the tree. Sacked up in the hills where I be. Ride for a beat when we bang on beats. D-Lo, I blow hard when I'm in his style. I ain't leave it till it's finished. We are party people. We are what you call self-made party monsters. Welcome all of y'all. We are party people. We are what you call self-made party monsters. Welcome to the bar. Right about now, let's show an extra special chunk of respect to the monster making all the monster butchery possible. The host of the party, the extraordinary D-Lo. I'm getting whacked at my brain, high on cocaine. Popping more pills than drinking champagne. Smoking mad weed, chewing on strewn. I got a few issues that I need to work through. Nobody's perfect, we all got cause. I love loose women and old school cars. Closed down bars, sleep past noon. There's a killer on the loose and the beat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. You can find me blinged out with my homies. Lay back up in the bar, all the bitches know me. Flex on them in the flash, we be cold clocking. Hundred yard rap dash, we forever rocking. All out, all in. Yeah, yeah, back at it again. Nobody ***ing with the powers of the crown of skin. We tougher than Teflon, we fighting the wind. The levels are pressed on to make your head spin. We are what you call self-made party monsters. Welcome all of y'all. We are party people. We are what you call self-made party monsters. Welcome to the bar. Let's wreck this show. Let's wreck this show. Let's wreck this show. Let's wreck this show. We are party monsters. , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,