• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Make Room - My Chemical Romance
• Make Room - Tha Alkaholiks
• Make Room - Helmet
• Make Room - Perfect Man Soundtrack
• Make Room - Tim Dog
• Make Room - Grits

Make room
Make room
Down on the coffin there's a coffin or two
Dead chique
So cool
The cannibals are starving when they're looking at you
Tank tops
Jet stream
Karate lessons with the killing machine
White lines
Nose bleeds
I know you get excited when the cameras go ra-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Me, you and all of these living dead
Burning up in the sun. Where the bodies at?
Sitting here with you in misery
Anybody gonna come and rescue me?
Woah
Make room
Make room
One day you're gonna have explaining to do
Drag star
So cool
There's only room for one and neither one is you you you
Me, you and all of these living dead
Burning up in the sun. Where the bodies at?
Got a taste for the cash and androgyny
Anybody wanna come and rescue me?
All right, oh
Well, all right
Well, all right
Well, all right
Well, all right
Well, all right
Well, all right
Well, all right
She's all right
Everybody in the room is alright
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one
No one wants to die
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one
No one wants to die
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one
No one wants to die
We're never gonna change the world
We're never gonna change the world
'Cause we are never gonna die
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one
No one wants to die
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one
No one wants to die
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one
No one wants to die
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one
No one wants to die

Verse One: J-Ro
I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts
I'm a togger not a fogger step on hunts and don't do stunts
I got SOUL POWER never took a cold shower
Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flour
You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy
Some brothers wear curls, cuz it ain't easy being peasy
Like a Kung-Fu flick, I stick you in the dick, with my toothpick
Tell em Rick ("You hit them harder than a fuckin brick")
I like clothes and hoes but like em better in the sheets
I rock more beats than Jesse Owens ran track meets]
Amazing feets move, they happen everyday
When the Ro to the J bring his ass out to play
I weight one-eighty but I'm, fat
I ki-uh-kick up dust when I bust like a cap
Tha Alkaholik crew, and what we're here to do
Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew
Chorus:
Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (3x)
Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch your trunk
It's the Liks baby, it's the Liks (4x)
Verse Two: Tash
The super, duper, gets it poppin with the quickness
King Tee and the Alkies straight gettin down to business
It's all about the Liks cause we're heavy on the kicks
But we're easy on the treble (adjust my mic level)
So fools can here me mic checkin all the way in China
The skills you can't front on, Tha Alkaholik rhymer
Could rip a show up to' up so I always flex my talents
but my words don't be slurrin, I never lose my balance
But that's cause I'm slick tossin bottles like a discus
The Liks could rock a party from Halloween to Christmas
That's why I'm screamin on MC's like I'm Onyx
I'm hooked on gin and tonics like your momma's Hooked on Phonics
So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew
When we're steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew
Chorus
Verse Three: J-Ro
First you gotta have respect, money comes next
After you get THOSE, come the hoes and the sex
Girl you keep askin bout the niggaz in my crew
Yeah I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me and you
Cause I don't give a fuck whose your cousin who could fuck
Cause I just wanna fuck, damn I wanna fuck
So unlock the gate and MAKE ROOM for the heavyweight rapper
The slim light skinned coochie slapper
Pull over to the side so I can roll up the indo
Got the bitch head bumpin on the front window
Wham, bam, I spanked you ma'am
I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb
I blow into the mic when I check it
Had hoes gettin naked way before I made a record
I smoked a gang of liquor, I drink a gang of boom
Like Ted, I gotta zoom zoom so make room
Chorus
Outro: Tash, J-Ro
Ah yeah, ah yeah, Tha Alkaholiks
Yo, before we bail
We gotta give a shout out to the crew that gets the party poppin
Tha Alkaholik crew
Old Englishis in the house, and uhh
What about Mickey's?is in the house, and uhh
St. Ide'sis in the house, and uhh
Crazy Horseis in the house, and uhh
Genuine Draftis in the house, and uhh
What about Red Bullis in the house, and uhh
Colt .45is in the house, and uhh
King Cobraain't in the house, and uhh

Embrace the motivation goes
Passed off as unintentional
One look showed you had to think
Eat this and say it doesn?t reek
Right
Make room you come with open arms
Talk fast before the greeting starts
Incensed you know you need to know
Whose scene you made you didn?t though
Taste of the month
Voice for the cause
Make room you came

make room
cause we about to start swelling
catching attitude
get buck sweat it up
and really lose cool
its what we been commissioned to do so
back on up and give me room
we gotta keep makin moves
my long range aim is dedicated to change
persist to twist brains with rhymes only god can explain
attain divine intervention if your attentions arrested
imprissioned and in position to listen to lessons given
gotta make moves steadily heavily bruising these dudes
we got the gift but abuse tools misleading these youths see
my birthright is light in the darkness of night
to lead the lost paying the price of sacrificing my life
ive been sittin and contemplating waiting anxiously peeking
perception of these releases embracing the deeper reasons
of timing and perfect season believing this thing is bigger
than faces and soundscan reaching for the completion
of purpose in promised land watchin behind the curtain
for certain the game is hurtin looking for some solution
searchin for revolution like music is the conclusion
refusing to look at life a livion for forward movement
oh god don't let me act up i feel a fit comin on
my conniption's my conviction's reaction to what's goin on
my rebuttal's far from subtle take you there just like a shuttle
gather round the huddle embrace the pace
i spit at give it a kiss and cuddle
boy what's that there you sayin'
i'm tight like the shorts that men look gay in
aw lawdy you don' said too much
my slightest touch is a cobra clutch
let it be known we are the epitomy of
strange and bizarre
swichin up and change our repertoire
come discover who we are
wreaking havoc on satan's mavericks
through a labyrinth filled with nooks
and crannies (an elite group called
the factors) we like the x-men so uncanny
imagine looking up seeing the plastered ceiling cracking
it aint because we broke we lost our
minds for god provoked and crazy actin
back on up
back on up
ah yeah back on up
move cowards
move all you cowards move
he scared she scared
and if you scared then move

[ring]
(Ooh God this is gonna be good)
(hello)
(Wake up)
Yeah ! Hahaha !
(Wake the fuck up, baby, this is WS... We don't give a fuck)
Make room, muthaphukka, make room [x4]
Make room for the muthaphukkin psychopath
Breakin rappers in half that don't know the math
Step to me if you're ready
You get chopped with a muthaphukkin machette
Coz I don't give a fuck about you,
your record company and your goddamn crew
All you pussies keep fakin the funk
Talkin much shit when you're nuthin but a punk
But the Dog is back
to rip a fat track, coz I'm a black Mac
I'm your fuckin nightmare
You better beware coz the Dog is here
I'll wax anybody
Bring it on, bring it on, I'm ready to party
Whatever you wanna do
You wanna roll with the guns, I got shit too
But ya better wear a bullet-proof vest
coz when I shoot to kill ain't nobody left
"Shoot to kill" is my motto
Fuckin with death you should have gone and played lotto
Everybody thought you was crazy
Look at'cha now, you're fuckin pushin up daisies
So everybody know the name of the muthaphukkin man that's insane...
Make room, muthaphukka, make room [x19]

That's when you know a group is hip
Is when your parents say
What is it with the hippy, the hip, hip, hippy glows?
And you can't understand a word they are sayin'
Back on up, back on up, oh yeah, back on up
Back on up, back on up, oh yeah, back on up
Back on up, back on up, oh yeah, back on up
Back on up, back on up, oh yeah, back on up
Oh yeah, back on up
Make room, 'cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool, it's what we been commissioned to do
So back on up and give me room, we gotta keep makin' moves
My long range aim is dedicated to change
Persist to twist brains with rhymes, only God can explain
Attain divine intervention if your attentions arrested
Imprisoned and in position to listen to lessons given
Gotta make moves steadily, heavily bruising these dudes
We got the gift, but abuse tools misleading these youths see
My birthright is light in the darkness of night
To lead the lost paying the price of sacrificing my life
I've been sittin' and contemplating waiting anxiously peeking
Perception of these releases embracing the deeper reasons
Of timing and perfect season believing this thing is bigger
Than faces and sound scan reaching for the completion
Of purpose in promised land watchin' behind the curtain
For certain the game is hurtin' looking for some solution
Searchin' for revolution like music is the conclusion
Refusing to look at life a livin' for forward movement
Make room, 'cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool, it's what we been commissioned to do
So back on up and give me room, we gotta keep makin' moves
Make room, 'cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool, it's what we been commissioned to do
So back on up and give me room, we gotta keep makin' moves
Move cowards, move all you cowards move
Move cowards, move all you cowards move
Move cowards, move all you cowards move
He scared, she scared and if you scared then move
Oh God, don't let me act up, I feel a fit comin' on
My conniption's, my conviction's reaction to what's goin' on
My rebuttal's far from subtle, take you there just like a shuttle
Gather round the huddle embrace the pace
I spit at give it a kiss and cuddle
Boy what's that there you sayin'?
I'm tight like the shorts that men look gay in
Oh Lordy, you don' said too much
My slightest touch is a cobra clutch
Let it be known, we are the epitomy of strange and bizarre
Switchin' up and change our repertoire
Come discover who we are, wreaking havoc on Satan's mavericks
Through a labyrinth filled with nooks and crannies
An elite group called the factors
We like the X-Men so uncanny, imagine looking
Up seeing the plastered ceiling cracking, it ain't because
We broke, we lost our minds for God provoked and crazy actin'
Make room, 'cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool, it's what we been commissioned to do
So back on up and give me room, we gotta keep makin' moves
Make room, 'cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool, it's what we been commissioned to do
So back on up and give me room, we gotta keep makin' moves
Make room, 'cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool, it's what we been commissioned to do
So back on up and give me room, we gotta keep makin' moves
Make room, 'cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool, its' what we been commissioned to do
So back on up and give me room, we gotta keep makin' moves