[Verse 1: Chimpo] We pop bottle tops, fill sonic molotovs Chill, Bill soundk**a - the top of tops I's grillin' - not gorillas in the mist Drum coppin' a karate suit chillin' in the bits And this one's bad for ya posture Got the crowd busting backflips, it'll cost-ya Cos every time you bust it in a rave Got half of the capacity putting in a claim Hi-Caliba, ba**cone damaga Take over everything, smile for the camera Screwface rambler, in the rave stumblin' Eyes dilate from you hear the ba** rumblin' Bleed shout sleep deprivate, meditate Hallucinate, chill, go bed and recuperate And who knows when the party end Cause just when you think it's all done— We start again [long pause] [Verse 2: Chimpo] Let the subs talk first Thirty-four hertz for girls in short skirts Guys in the back with the eyes in the caps All high as a kite with their mind in the trap (card?) And this one's not for a fussyhole, man I been bad Since two tape decks and a Casio Bad since Wonderkart bedsheets Ten years ahead while's you thinkin' 'bout ya next tweet We're so dubplate exclusive you can't Bring those out in a hologram like Snoopy's Get stupid, get dumb, get brain dead Step up in a clash and get the wall, stained red Sound k**in' out here, no chillin' Cause ya dealin' wit' a villain out here Write off a soundboy with a Parker pen And just when you think it's all done— We start again