[Verse 1: 360]

I'm at the Kwik-E-Mart to find where the Simpsons are

I got money to give Bart 'cause he ticked me shard (come again)

Yo, someone tell me where the strippers are

I get it poppin' like throwin' ninja stars in a titty bar

It might be a bit bizarre

But I'm at my best friends funeral I'm cryin', but my dick is hard

My mate showed me his minibar (check out my minibar)

I couldn't stop askin' the cunt where the fuckin' midgets are

Last week, I bought a Nixon mask

Stole Bill Clinton's car and drove it into Monica Lewinsky's spa

My girlfriend's a Gypsy with a job to do

I'll sign your CD, she'll rob your shoes and your wallet too

Drive by in a Commodore, ride right to the bottle shop

Rock tie-dye, no knife fights I'm a white guy with a tomahawk

Pause and ask the owner if he knows the fuckin' soccer score

If our team's losing then we're fuckin' up his shop some more

[Chorus: Pancho]

I'm the kid your parents like to hate

And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste

Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late

Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake

[Verse 2: 360]

I think from all the benders I've rocked and all the ecstasy popped

I suffer memory loss which means I don't remember a lot (what's that mate?)

I like machetes because it's the weapon I've got

Use it start connect the dots and your freckles and spots

Even when I'm not right I'll never be wrong

I'm levels beyond, on a level that you won't ever be on

I take a photo of how Jesus died and I'll text it to God

Message across

I got a question for God, if we got the first Testament wrong

Tell us where we got the second one from

Yo from this day I never will flop, you want proof?

I'll stab the end of my cock with this adrenaline shot

Hey yo, my cock is a Cyclops, got Nikes on and they're high tops

Meet you then tell you that your girl got a nice box

Everything I do in life is quite wrong

Need an apple a day, so I stole your fuckin' iPod

[Chorus: Pancho]

I'm the kid your parents like to hate

And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste

Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late

Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake

I'm the kid your parents like to hate

And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste

Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late

Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake

[Verse 3: Lunar C]

I getting it in when I get in the ring

It's a right left to the chin, I side step then I swing

Got two bisexual identical twins

In my ride, dressed up as gimps on a wild ketamine binge

Getting more head than forceps

You get T-bagged for sleepin', I let my balls rest on ya forehead

If you're wondering why I haven't said "pause" yet

And presumin' I'm talking about a dude then you're bent

Speakin' at the court hearing naked, with my balls shaven

That's what I call a bald statement

Whole world on my shoulders, didn't think that I could balance it

But it's lighter than you think like Michael Jackson's kids

You don't know where the fuck you been, from Bradford to Melbourne we run this thing

Took your chick to go fuck but the slut just sucked my dick till she bust a lip

Fuck what I said before, I ain't got no money bitch

Girls call me an arsehole 'cause I'm tight as fuck and full of shit

[Chorus: Pancho]

I'm the kid your parents like to hate

And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste

Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late

Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake

I'm the kid your parents like to hate

And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste

Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late

Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake