[Verse 1: APSTRAKT]

Flip it backwards

Cook Thugless rappers

Calling all spoonerism lyrical tongue tappers

Kidnappers, we're here to steal the show

So fasten your seatbelts or your soul

Before we whip away the floor from right below you

Go you flow you bend over and you sax her

Flute her in the hole and then you guitar on her back

Gold is dripping down your eye

But when you listen to the track it takes you

Back to back to daddy flap

King Midas status

Whack is what you thought though

Black is the new white bro

Hispanics the old asian

Mexicans are the next gringos

So please blow a dildo

If you forgot that talent triumphs over color code

And pigeon holed you we can't have it but we

Grab it anyway

We eradicate

And we have no budget make

Just a bunch of dudes

Making beats and ripping tubes

Scrawny white guys scribbling lyrics

Inside a dirty bathroom

Pass a sploof tube

Riddle me this, you wouldn't guess

Ha!

No pressure

Don't judge a book by letter backs first letter

Not trying to sell shirts

Make music for ourself sure

That a secret, hey

A beat electronica

Demonic shreiking

She turned off the seat of freaky

We've no need to stay consistent

'Cuz we're just experimenting

Turn it on its head so bitches

If you don't like it don't listen

Anger to love

Down below up above

Er my gerd, its a merfucking kunninbird

Practicing quirks, courtesy of Jim Mehrkens

J slim, the slim Jim

Put your shit in the bargain bin

Suck out all the energy

And the city lights are dim

Wake up