Unabort the abortee, kick ‘em outta New York if you’re feeling sporty
This Chinese Banshee’s tryna fuck, hands up if you wanna get nasty
Due report, short circuit in the pork roll. Your fort is full of assholes
Tell my girls that, you know, we’re mad, we’re bad, and we’re gonna get fancy

Exercise my right to a pamphlet told it onto on me own owned handset
Met a bitch oh on a dough a dough mo’ rocks in the head than a tram on transit
Refract in a smash hit, you know that’s it. We’re fucking it all up like Hamlet
Shit, just got another dick pic, in the trash, don’t get up in my biznitch

Oh my oh me, you see we’re peaking at 9 db!
Oui oui mon amie, my referee, it’s the only way if you had to ask me
But surely, in this industry, one shouldn’t make way in the track so rashly
That’s the talk of a decrepit soul, don’t fret my dear when the art’s gone free

I’m sorry, but the old Eric can’t come to the phone right now. Why?
Who am I kidding?

Unabort the abortee, kick ‘em outta New York if you’re feeling sporty
This Chinese Banshee’s tryna fuck, hands up if you wanna get nasty
Due report, short circuit in the pork roll. Your fort is full of assholes
Tell my girls that, you know, we’re mad, we’re bad, and we’re gonna get fancy