[Verse 1] APSTRAKT

I woke up this morning walking underwater

The pressure went up but my eardrums blew (Aaagh!)

Thump and pop and they throb

I sleep with the fish 'cuz I fuck with the mob

I ask myself "what?", all I get is a how

They talk about future, I live in the now

Like Benjamin Button reverse upside down

I don't wear no makeup still look like a clown

Now that's what I call music! Growing up all I had was a stick

I still built myself an empire- look, the city's on fire

Malco that was me, now it's just a big party

That's the dream, you fiend. So try not to hate me

I just dropped the seed enjoy Rose Mary's baby

[Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry)

This is the story, the two men, the glory

The ghosts who were not really there

Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride

Silhouettes walking straight through thin air

Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three killing spree

Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care

Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay

Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale

Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell!

Are we fargone too fargone? Too early to tell

Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell

I just spray-painted a swastica onto the church bells

[Verse 2] Jack Blerry & APTRAKT

Went down to the library, down by the endo

Pulled out my notebook and my scripto pencil

I know that we bad so why am I depressed?

'Cuz we 'ain't causing mischief! Boy give it a rest

I'm a dud firecracker, I 'ain't got no fuse

Got no inspiration since I lost my muse

I'm a table with two legs, a spider with five

I'm going down slow, when will you arrive?

I went to the mountain, to the desert too

I was there ladies- so Where were you?

I'm a flattened out wave, 'ain't got any curl

An empty old oyster, 'ain't got any pearl

I take lots of showers, I go for long walks

I wait for a pitch but the fickle bitch barks

Took a shot of whiskey, a snort of cocaine

Shot some electrodes straight through my brain!

[Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry)

This is the story, the two men, the glory

The ghosts who were not really there

Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride

Silhouettes walking straight through thin air

Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three killing spree

Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care

Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay

Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale

Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell!

Are we just fucking brain-dead? Too early to tell

Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell

I just stuck my gum into some bitches hair!

[Verse 3] Jack Blerry & APSTRAKT

I'm mad as fuck! That's the rule of thumb

Sit up late, stay up, wait

'Daw- she 'ain't going to come

I feel fucking stranded, you know what I mean?

People's minds is frozen like on Ketamine

I feel the vibrations, TV's stuck on static

This country is stagnant, I can't understand it

Yo what do you mean? It's fucked up! That's granted

You want ketamine? Naw but nig we still bandits

Let's rewrite the rules. Like democracy?

Let's burn down our school! That's just straight anarchy!

That's what I'm saying- we're burned and beat

Over a girl? Just beat the meat

We're crumpled up, crapped on and spat on

We're roadkill to rich folk and brat sons

Let's do what we want let's just have fun!

I can't feel my face, my mind is going-

[Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry)

This is the story, the two men, the glory

The ghosts who were not really there

Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride

Silhouettes walking straight through thin air

Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three killing spree

Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care

Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay

Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale

Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell!

Will the sun ever rise? It's too early to tell

Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell

Say it one more time, bitch, so we can yell:

No megaphones. No dogma. Fuck the old left order