(Intro: Run The Tix)
Twinkles you like is a mimic
I am a menace thats living off vengeance
Begging your pardon, Run The Tix live at the garden
Li-Li-Li-Li-Live at the garden

[Verse 1: HenryKilometer]
Run the Tix live at the Garden
Licking off shots and we aim for the darkness
Make it get hot for a target
Kids cook S'mores off the crotch of our targets, Kumbaya bitch
Buckle up lil' trooper
Can't get past me, I'm stuck in the future
Shit ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hovercraft's cool but the air's so putrid

[Verse 2: TrstnTwinkle]
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground, opportunity is here
I'm lookin' into space like "Is anybody there?
And if aliens are here, please tell me how near
Do you come in peace or should everybody fear?
I'll await your reply with a blunt and a beer."
I be the high guy with the belly and the beard
Smoke signal ET, ATLiens here
[Verse 3: WinklerWinkle]
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Tix live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (Yarg)
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
Lick from her lips to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love's why I'm livin'
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Life's a shitnado, the smoke my umbrella
The boy's back turnin' the slacks to Old Yeller (Prick)
It's a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure shit
Travel by backflip, eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin'
I put that on mom, she ain't raise a vic
Lil' fucknuts, sit
I piss on your wit, dismiss your whole shit

[Verse 4: Reezy]
Live from the stage of the garden
We be the realest of the killers of the fuck shit squadron
Movin' through the streets and we lootin,' robbin'
Mobbin,' marchin', carrying a carbine
Hello everybody, this is now bank robbery
Jesse James gang, we'll walk you through the process
You don't wanna be a hero, do not let that thought process
We will put a bullet where your thoughts get processed
Get that fuck shit straight like a perm or a process
'Cause for real the money money ain't the motherfuckin' object
We just like excitement, gun fights, indictments
High speed chase through Manhattan in the night winds
Ooh, it's the thrill of the kill
Watching Kill Bill on a pill as I grip steerin' wheel
Cops coulda' had the boy jammed I fear
But like Eddie Kane I made it, I'm here