[Verse]
Criminal facts
Call back to being in the woods
Sucks cocks like broccoli cheese
Awfully should be stopped

Please, the children might act out
His biddin', shittin' his words
Parabola, the radiant followed is
Actually after you like, gathering

Come party large in the spite of me
No bars held

I'm quelling the atrophy of catastrophe

Black teeth and bubble gum
Fuck heat'n [?] number one
See me after class when you're done
Slapping your rancid meat

Teacher beats him off so he's not
Slacking and haplessly
Goin' all after school fooling
Around beneath his bеdroom sheets
Making time for mom and dad
Passing with the minor B's

Hehеh

Likewise, I'm slaughtering
Hawk the cash that I was laundering
Jump the fence from which I was profiting

Hop to guess
Skipped a beat or two
Offered up suggestions to the soap box
Watching from the pews, motherfucker

Like there's none other than you
Out with the old and in with the new

Maybe it's true what they say
That black sheep get to live to see another day

[Verse]
Jock competence, Molotov's lobbyists
Lawfulness, cried out for cause and effects
Tempting the office to offer us light response
For a cheque and a bottle of fake [?] scotch
Bet my money on the racehorse
With the pacemaker in his pocket
Sorry for the groggy pace
Rose tinted bills to his lapel
Expels the waste
With a soft block rocks and acquired taste
For a lance if you're not on the
Offence there's a chance that you're Satan himself

[Chorus]
You don't know what you stand for
Herding your flock to the dance floor
Black sheep
They'll see
We can do handstands
We can do backflips
Fuck you
You don't know shit like we do
Beheaded our masters, Vive la France
Romance of the capital truth

You don't know what you stand for!
Herding your flock to the dance floor!
Black sheep
They'll see!
We can do handstands!
We can do backflips!
Fuck you!
You don't know shit like we do!
Beheaded our masters, Vive la France
Romance of the capital truth!
You don't know what you stand for!
Herding your flock to the dance floor!
Black sheep
They'll see!
We can do handstands!
We can do backflips!
Fuck you!
You don't know shit like we do!
Beheaded our masters, Vive la France
Romance of the capital truth!