Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
F#m
Yo, it's jack parow here, Fucking better than a
chop
(barbecued meat) on the fire
F#m
Am
Here he fucking comes now
F#m
Hos ya
Verse 2
Am
Dance on the speaker
C
G
Am
Fucking dance on the ground
Fucking jump on the tables
around
Am
Fucking here fucking there
C
Fucking everything is a mess
G
Am
Fucking jack parow bro
C
Fucking dans on the bar
Am
Fucking dance by yourself
C
G
Fucking dance in a group
Am
C
Dance with a six- pack fucking dance
with a boep (tummy)
Am
Fucking dance on the dance floor
C
G
Dance around a corner
Am
Dance with someone hot (cu
C
pe cake)
Am
Dance with someone stuck
up (cake)
C
G
Drink till you're drunk Drink till you vomit
Verse 3
Am
Drink till you're strong
Am
Drink with brunettes
C
G
Am
Drink with blondes
Drink with cool kids
Am
C
G
Jack parow sits on books on a molehill
Am
C
Am
Jack parow shoots lyrics like a head
shot
Jack parow lets bimbos run around
C
crazy
G
Jack parow leaves all the old ladies with
Am
their mouths hanging open
Verse 4
C
Dance dance dance I want
G
Am
C
Am
to fucking fucking dance
C
G
Am
C
Am
C
I want to fucking fucking dance
G
Am
C
Am
C
I want
G
Am
to fuck
Verse 5
Am
Watch out, jack parow fucking
raps right
C
Am
Anybody, jack parow fucking taps that
Jack parow, I can't fucking believe it
Jack parow, I've never heard this
Am
Other rappers fucking slit their wrists
C
Am
Party with us we bounce without hassle
C
Sit by the barbeque and cook an
G
other sausage
Am
Drink my brandy clean
cause I don't wanna mess
G
Am
Jack parow doesn't own a porsche
C
Jack parow drives around in
Jack parow 'fucks up' if
G
you're not bouncing
Am
C
Jack parow causes chaos
Am
G
Most people don't get the point
Am
C
Jack parow says 'go smoke
C
G
Jack parow get's lost in a blur
Am
Jack parow was born in the
spur (steak joint)
Jack parow coughs open mouth
Verse 6
Jack parow from the roof to the ground
Am
C
Dance dance dance
G
Am
C
I want to fucking fucking dance
Am
C
G
Am
C
I want to fucking fucking dance
Am
C
G
Am
C
I want to fucking
Am
C
G
Am
fucking
C
dance
Am
C
The stupidest thing gives me a headache
Verse 7
Am
C
Rivers of blood flow past my door
Am
C
All the smoking discolors my fingers
G
Am
C
And my bread is buttered on
C
G
Where did I come from all of a sudden?
Am
C
My use of language is very catchy
Am
C
G
Jack parow makes you sta sta sta stutter
Am
C
Parow's penis is as long as a putter
Am
C
Jack parow rolls with cool cats
Am
C
Jack parow drives in cool cars
Am
C
Jack parow from your head to your leg
G
Am
C
Jack parow is better than sex
Am
Jack parow, the best
C
thing since sliced bread
G
Am
C
Jack parow wants breakfast in bed
Am
Jack parow says 'shut
C
G
your fucking mouth'
Am
Jack parow 'it's mother fucking me'
Verse 8
Am
C
Dance dance dance
G
Am
C
Am
C
I want
G
to
Am
C
fucking fucking dance
Am
C
G
Am
I want to fucking fucking
C
Am
dance
C
G
Am
C
I want to fucking fucking dance
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