[Chorus]
Club promoter, seas us singing, he says do you wanna show?
We say no we’re Irish toothache, we’ll shut down the whole dance floor
People get hurt when toothaches playin’, rushin’ through the small front door
We tell them slow down, they don’t listen dancing with a broken bone

[Verse 1]
The song title says it all, these people are crazy rushin’ through the front door ladies droppin’ their babies actin like they got rabies when they’re on the floor
Actin like my name was JayZ when I’m spittin' flows, but it’s not I’m E Dubble
The trouble I bring is unintentional, please I know I can sing there’s no need for you to go and tell me personally
I gather that from your lips sync directed at me
So get off the stage with your ugly face you’re 5 foot and you weigh as much as me and Glaze combined and that’s fine if you’re into that but my low carb diet don’t allow for fat
So just let me rap and I’ll let you eat and that’s not a doughnut it’s a damn CD, so listen to my beat and get in the trance and then dance with your overzealous corpulent ass

[Verse 2]
It’s no joke broken bones and cracked pelvis’s 7 people dancin’ like the old Tom Elvis did
Vertebrae, sacrum, a fractured femur, this dude broke his nose when he left his beamer
The parkin’ lots packed with some fightin’ fans, all swingin’ broke hands with their flappin’ flange
It’s disgusting man, people wait for vans to pick em up and take em to the doctor man
Cause they’re sick as shit and they’re wrists are split cause 4 arms snapped in half like a damn toothpick and this is it the last carpool shows
They’ll probably all leave with cracked metatarsals, that’s medical for toes, I think it is but I’m a lament
I don’t know the lingo kid, here’s a bingo chip, I gotta sing and shit and then help the person with a cracked humerus
It’s not humorous, so don’t laugh at this, the guy with the sore tibias proof of it
They’ll probably shoot at him just to get him to stop he’s yellin’ more than Old Yeller, he’s gonna get shot
So don’t get got, you better duck yourself cause that ambulance is drivin’ like a bat outta hell
I’m madder than hell, these people losin’ their health, Irish toothache it’s obvious our music can kelv
[Verse 3]
Subliminal messaging at the end of the song, you’ll be listening not knowing what’s going on
You’re the bomb with a bomb get the phone call us up from something Irishtoothache.com