On and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn
Now let me introduce myself, I'm Adrock No matter what you order, well, I got it in stock The doody rhyme thing, well, we got it on lock Top off the look with the Argyle sock
You can't stop, you got to keep on You can't stop, you got to keep on
I mean that's all I got, except I've just got... Even Michael Diamond him never learn Atop him head, him have a curly perm
Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast I don't wanna talk about it, past is past All you crusty punks that are into Crass Go and take a shower and wash that ass
We rock nonstop here in New York City Sweet on the mic, looking so damn pretty Served by me, well, it must feel shitty Weird thing to say here, it goes tough titty
I've got rhymes in a pitcher and it's time to pour I'm at the tee and I'm screaming "Fore!" Hit into your party as I declare war Roberta Peterson's got a spine like a dinosaur
You can't stop, you got to keep on You can't stop, you got to keep on You can't stop, you got to keep on