Intro:

Hello. (Hi.) You know what? I think everyone should adopt a waitress from their local bar. And then you call up Lazerbeak, make him nice, and say--

Give me drums!

Kansas Santa Claus, baby!

Redneck Santa Claus

Kick your goddamn bips

Let's roll

Yo yo, look man

Verse 1:

Sometimes I feel like my onlyfriend is me

You feel the same too, don't you disagree

I got gin, I got a gust of wind to ride

My little lady put a puncture in my pride

(Hello?)

I'd rather call on my fans

Let me see the goddamn palms of your hands little man

Tell your girl that I'm confidently ugly

Let me blow steam, let me talk a bit, I'm grumpy

(But Mac, you look so lovely, you look so lovely!)

I don't give a damn if you want me, but when you do

Then I don't have to sit sifting through

The little increments of bitch in you

And you don't misconstrue

The simple fact that I don't sing haiku

(You what?)

I coo like a pigeon, I chew through the system

Do voodoo a rhythm, listen I got your city hippie flippin'

With my disposition, with this sick wisdom, astigmatism

Split vision, suck human, chick limpin'

Slick pimpin', suds gooin', butts movin' in prison

(But the fact that you sound like a white boy?)

Fuck y'all critical punks, I am white (Right?)

You know we gettin' rowdy and then some

It's Mac Lethal pounding the kick drums

I want love

Let me build, not destroy

Is everybody with me?

Fear not my boy!

Hook:

This is what it looks like when a black clover blooms

'Cause the world seems so consumed with just

The boom of the drums and the sound of the bass

We can knock the party out of place (We can knock the party out of place)

This is what it looks like when a black clover blooms

'Cause the world seems so consumed with just

The boom of the drums and the sound of the bass

We can knock the party out of place (Okay!)

Verse 2:

Twenty-four gun salute me

One for every year I haven't let these silly military bastards recruit me (Bastards)

And I'mma have me a percoset and peanut butter sandwich

And splatter malt liquor on the canvas

I'm from Kansas

So I'mma handle this mic like an art jerk

And do a little farm work

Give me a straw hat, give me a beer mug

I'm 'bout to play now, y'all need some earplugs? (Yeah)

I don't give a damn if you listen, but if you will

I wouldn't have to sit pissed with bills from

Every rotten-ass business deal

Slamming fingers in the window sill

Like I'm a modern day John Wayne (What)

Got a hot brain (What)

Full of drugs that are making people not sane (Yeah)

I got a couple million dollars on the Kansas City Chiefs

We're never gonna lose again bee-yotch, peace

Hook:

This is what it looks like when a black clover blooms

'Cause the world seems so consumed with just

The boom of the drums and the sound of the bass

We can knock the party out of place (We can knock the party out of place)

This is what it looks like when a black clover blooms

'Cause the world seems so consumed with just

The boom of the drums and the sound of the bass

We can knock the party out of place (Okay!)