[Verse 1: Jonny 5]

Every weekend people drinking and drinking until they sink and drown

Now I'm blinking - wow - thinking, "How'd this ever happen?"

A generation trapped in the mental state of white hat men

And women emanating out of retraction

Giving those snubs lip pro thugs and giving those drugs to stoners

Standard antidotes to be a loner

They want immediate boners until they jerk each other off

Need imagination donors to put food in the trough

We got a lot of different Legos in our life's landscape

But everybody on the planet builds the same damn shape

All you're makin' is a snake from a bucket of Play-Doh

And while I'm getting down, you yellin' "Fuck it" it and layin' low

Now I'm sneaking through the creek and peeking deep into the shore

Playin' hide-and-seek and you're so weak, you're behind the door

See with the [?] store

So the majority of the population's thoroughly bored

I try to rap about [?] laugh

And sure, I do crazy shit before I find my collapse

Yeah, some comic book shit, it doesn't make any sense

But when I'm staring at the sun, I want more than [?]

[Verse 2: Jonny 5 and Mr Menace]

Specialize in wordplay, adjectives and verbs, they

Double up your present like it was Christmas on your birthday

Blowing out candles, making a wish

Too many vandals taking our dish

Your rhyme driving, [?] or a sandbox

Flobots [command?] rocks, trees and water to leave you landlocked

So you can call us Eritrea or Kuwait

We state backs and compound multiple layers

Of aesthetics, audio files and cybernetics

Yahktoe's got more tracks than athletics

Regularly blowing in the street like Venice

I'm Johnny, yo, and I'm Mr Menace

[Verse 3: Mr Menace]

Who's this fire starting child prodigy?

It ought to be known this [dewberry's one?] screaming banshee

I be treating [?] with liposuction, taking fat

Most people want me like an ass you can't tap

I turn your average doodle to my dottle in a hobble

And I come hard like a 90-year-old man with a Playboy model

I proclaim us the new style for the ages

Lurking in the shadow with face kick like Johnny Cages

Even Mr Miagi, your [blows?] can't get your wax on

Hard to beat the Flobots, like the third level of Zaxxon

The facts on our rap is that we rule like Queen's Dynasty

Fuck [thinking?] Jacks, you know who the world's finest be

Minus me from hip-hop equation, you got nothing

Cause I'm something special, like an oven-fresh muffin

Keep your huffing like the Little Train That Could

Why is it a waved white flag to be misunderstood?

Then battle me and in more glory than your mother's [anus?]

Stare down the barrel, I'll make you famous