[Verse 1]
Hello, Mr. Broke-Acid
Amen, I see that this is my graduator
Geek from West Tokyo
Jesus from Death Porno
When our songs agree and pour
What's that for?
Garden of vegetable?
You know, we stand up shit
I'm getting setta what could go in-out better off the same
Latch your sale
Break your planner's lame
That's your name
Justice is on my hands, you know?
You're fake
And I said I really get shooting better off rumbling something graduator
Wait for a sec
I can believe that they will see V.C
Ah, you're bloody steer

[Verse 2]
Oh what's wrong right
Canny can be or worn out
I'm alone born and came around again the saunter
Evеr who done it, waiting the dummy
Hard beggar wеtter sheeny
Can't you fit and feel me?
Yummy that men are lying again that fee descends
This is maybe array
Again be that will sup you
Can't you fic it, trick it, track it, sup it, gob it? Go
[Build-Up]
I will decide it
I want the kindest
I will seeside it
I can so pore it
I will see, baby
I can be sorry
I want so hold me
I can stay party
I will not sell me
I can see magic
I waste you, baby
I can talk feline
I feel delaying
I can force party
I'm nasty, came in
I wait till moment
I'm destinating
I can do party
I will see, baby
I want the party
I'm asshole, maybe
I waste your magic
Am I the kindest?
What's up my Death Seat?