Here Come The Demons Rehab

[Verse 1 Brooks Buford]
Yup, yup, yup...come on, come on...
What's Up? Throw up those hands, we back again
Thought we gone with the wind Where the lesbians?
The booze, and the broads and the mescaline
Born to win, born to sin, where we been?
Off in the drama like a thespian
Thought we might have fallen off, guess again
Walking through Hell with a pad, and a pen and a fucking grin
I ain't scared of shit 'cause I've seen it all
Bounce this crowd like a basketball
Kill myself just to fuck wit' y'all
Hit the stage later than a booty call
Let's get this party started wrong
Knee deep in shit with a moron
Break a bong, sing a long, doing
Lines till the break of dawn
Fuckin' bring it all on long till the money gone

[Hook]
ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA!
Here come the demons
ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA!
Here come the demons
ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA!
Here come the demons
ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA! Ah Ah ARUGA!
Here come the demons