[Verse 1]
Three purple butterflies smiling at me
With their alligator eyes just shooting the breeze
She said
Find the lines to connect the dots
The pans and the pots turn themselves into robots
Little ladybug busting a move
With your dilated eyes just working the groove
She came
Without the rules, there would be no game
The boxes and the skids build themselves into pyramids

[Chorus]
Urban planners
Fresh as fuckin' Tropicana
Never deceiving
Tripping on bananas bust it
No, break it down
Insane decision
Underpaid doctor paging world vision
Boy
Knot another chord
Surfing on a Ouija board
Strumming with an ice-pick
Papers love an oil slick
Trustable
Combusting the combustibles
The urban planners
Rocking with the quick scratch

[Verse 3]
Three little aloe plants working to sooth
With your bifurcated arms just living to ooze
She heals
Without the Finch, there would be no Steeles
The flippers and the keels turned themselves into the Kent Boys
Little ladybug busting a move
With your dilated eyes just working the groove
She came
Without the rules, there would be no game
The boxes and the skids build themselves into pyramids

[Chorus]
Urban planners
Fresh as fuckin' Tropicana
Never deceiving
Tripping on bananas bust it
No, break it down
Insane decision
Underpaid doctor paging world vision
Boy
Knot another chord
Surfing on a Ouija board
Strumming with an ice-pick
Papers love an oil slick
Trustable
Combusting the combustibles
The urban planners
Rocking with the quick scratch

(Alright, if you have a lighter in your pocket could we please see it up in the air?)
(Could you please make some noise for this DJ? Oven & Stove ladies and gentlemen.)
(Now we're going to sing you-)

[Verse 4]
Don’t mean to be technical
Clear as the crystical
Ash don’t got a Glock
He prefers to eat a popsicle
Defying laws of gravity
Opinion like a cavity
I like to talk shit but prefer originality
Whiter than bone marrow
Sharp like the arrow
In Mexico I smoke they ganj' and wear the sombrero
Bless the ones who copy me, respect the disc jockey
See, I stole Park Place and Boardwalk
So I always win monopoly
Cruising in the sloop
Fruitalize the Froot Loop
“Excuse me, waiter sir, there’s a fly in my soupy-soup”
So the pyros keep on lightin’
Dirt and soap keep up the fire
Verbal contracts aren't worth shit
We like to seal the deal in writin'
Cruising in the Jetta, red like the poinsettia
Got no double barrels, automatics, sawed offs, Berettas
Thought you was God-sent
It's just my environment
We’ll be Team of Captains till the day of our enlightenment