Текст песни
Tapped into the divine
You have elected the way of pain!
Cascade the dad made other tones
My butter bone grab the remote, the kin has spoke
Builder Pro, Astero, Mrs. Pac-Man
Damn, cold as a winter's autumn
The leaves leave and trees speak
You got 'em
Listen to the sound of the underground belVita
As happy as Adele's VISA
Inkjoy, 37 percent less soy in the CD
You best believe me
I swear one day I'll be on the TV
With a Gramophone in my other other hand
Let me take you to the motherland
Record scratches, it's the cat attack whims
Sinister sounds, we throw you around
Your car need gas, we breathe fast
The cheese crash, ease back
Super mellow meowing
My lightsaber is eight inches
I Blade Run on you bitches
Count 20's, so funny
Why don't you talk about money?
Tony Hawk, Pro Tools, 7-11
Making music with God
The elevator to heaven
It took my whole life just to make this song
Pokémon cards and Bakugan
We back again, mashing stems
Cooking up, layin' down, just for now
Flow etiquette as I spit
The rhythm of negative ain't got shit
Super Nintendo laser disk
Ancient artifacts, I rap with my heart intact
Fill you with my love on 33 and a half
Making you laugh
Life is good as it should be
Loosely writing ten lines to define my history
A jester wakes up from his misery
Everybody laughing
But he's trying to make a healthy living
Endless awakening
Awakens them on Thanksgiving
The earth is shaking
From end to end
No vacation
Where is the Backbeat?
I found it in my recliner
With the receipt to this movie
It was heat, but I spilled my coffee and fell asleep
Halfway to the diner
Clouds outline the sky in eyeliner
A reminder of the better nights
Sleep tight