[Verse 1: coinslots]
Bitch stay out what
Everybody know what we about
Boy
Looking like a rat, gonna have to drown him out
(Plant: I fucking hate Auckland city)
You know we said no handouts
Slip slop, like an eel peaking through the clout
Im stepping out stopping to smell all the roses
Verses the pros
Never the slow
Tundra the froze
God only knows
Thats how it goes
1-8 the number
And hundred the posse
We coming all out of the seas never stopping
The bitches they dropping the eaves
Diamonds the greaves
Plant from the leaves yuh

[Verse 2: plant]
You think you're safe
But bitch you are wrong
Im the kid from the river styx singing my song
Im the skinny lil fuck with the horns out my skull
Collecting spines and the organs of the prey that I hunt
FUCK
I’m moving faster than internet ethernet
Travel through tubes haven't seen me yet
Kill them all, then I go back take a rest
Taking your mind and I fucking infest
Im the virus, break down firewalls
Burn down your brain like a spit-fireball
Dismantling believers I need nothing more
Ill just keep on screaming and screaming till the day that I fall
Right now I might just snap and fucking kill this crowd
30 voices cause me to scream fucking out loud
These colours I'm seeing dismissing the sound
Of my cries as I swerve off the bridge into town