| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 71% | Don't you rock with me one time! | ▶️ |
| 70% | Kickin' the bass, I like it deep, I work night-times, I don't sleep, strive To be the best I can, don't judge a person till you know, my man, two brothers Call the 4th floor when the Baron MC got rhymes and more I'm the blade, I ain't no toy, and that's because I set slip, boy, the work is done One of you in my pocket, heard the jam, and I rock it, shake that ass, go for cert Don't you stand there like a jerk who won't ask a lady, take a chance Now let me see you dance, I'm a freak, can't you tell, and I just can't help myself | ▶️ |
| 70% | Rock you, Bobby. | ▶️ |
| 73% | Don't you rock with me | ▶️ |
| 71% | Didn't you rock? | ▶️ |
| 70% | Now I'm tired of all those lame-ass, team-ass, prefabricated sorry excuses for singers and musicians. What if you write their own songs? What the world needs now is a musical revolution. We need some rock! We need something that has balls! We need something with substance, depth, something with soul, some edge, some passion, some power! Shit, if it's gonna be mellow, fuck man, it better have something, it better mean something! I'm telling you, you gotta hit them with something hard. You gotta stick them with something limp! Exist, milky, I'm so fucking tired of the shit that I'm hearing on the radio! Radio sucks! The same fucking songs over and over again! | ▶️ |
| 65% | Rock you | ▶️ |
