Zak: The song's great but the sound is so strange Like a masterpiece of a painting hung with no name Can't come through blood and sweat and not show stains So I chose career paths that provide no names Anonymous til I remove the Guy Falkes Exterminate competition, can't aim for the eye stalks No weakness here to exploit, but I hear dudes rapping about being famous as if that was the point So we made this record from New York to FLA Took 95 North to Patchogue from Del Rey Married to the game, boutonniere on my lapel, hey It'll be a cold day in Hell before I'm well-paid Damn Me and East fulfilling prophecy Word spread fast, quickly becoming commodity Strange, so press play - space on this oddity No Bowie but slowly going where nobody is stoppin' me CHORUS (Mike & Zak): Strange. So strange So odd like Unger and Jack, weird like Yankovic Just when you think you're getting the hang of it Strange, so strange So awkward like Hamilton, curious like George So what the hell is this mysterious life for? Mike: I've been embraced by invisible arms And rejected at the gates of Dis I've seen the weirdest instances here in this existence But nothing nearly as strange as this I've seen the transition of enemies to confidantes; Homies to foes even more than that I've been addicted to a substance that limited my functions But odder still, here I am: cornered, trapped In a room full of mannequins, skywalkin' Anakins Savin' the day, but later addin' to the damages Using their forces in f**ed up and dangerous ways And brainpower is frowned upon The rainshower keeps pounding on in this stormy day and age I used to wonder where my favorite rappers got their label names But I understand now. This game is strange CHORUS (Mike & Zak): Strange. So strange So odd like Unger and Jack, weird like Yankovic Just when you think you're getting the hang of it Strange, so strange So awkward like Hamilton, curious like George So what the f** is this mysterious life for? Strange. So strange So odd like Unger and Jack, weird like Yankovic Just when you think you're getting the hang of it Strange, so strange... so strange