here i see the info manic triyng to be satanic
see the crazy fiens, on the beans, no stop, music drop
i feel the feel touch zee skin, time to win, push it cop
flip flop, john kerry going to carbon my monopoly
push that green, no credits, i mean that weed seam
tag team back again, i said sell to win, give it a perfect ten
i feel that fin, cut throw water, no waiter, serve the church
to the golden arch, in the new stl, double time the march
here i lay in the streets of mardia de la gras, fois gras
for the top street, clayton street where the banks go play
and control puppets of politician, hello white chocalate tray
same flavor, no cravor, that i savor because votes do sway
to help the people, the poor, the bottom level core, feel sore
but but but but but i need more, no social trips, more social hips
that replace the current strain, the pain, down on the main
street of lights, top floor sights, staring down on the ants
but you look so stupid with your pants,
on the ground, on the ground, on the ground, hear the sound
my bud fist das pound, drop the german method on this town
spell the french gravois now lost now muy muy split tele aviv
they keep pushing the poor, octracize the kids we publicize
watching the coffee shop and people stop, not to realize
the cries from three blocks down south, no food for the mouth
time i see the limited factor, stop drop the actor, we are fake
and act a fool, because the people have no tool, big mistake
we forsake the children of the gospel heaven, god will take
his time, so smoke that dime, it is just the sign that all is fine
all the fine all is fine all is dropping mine on the corner
on the corner
on the corner
on the corner