Oh no it's them two shit-talking thin pricks

The Sebutones, they're freakier than wild animals and skin flicks

With their platform shoes and they also have gold teeth

The battle-axe styles, they calculate a motif

The Cadillacs with backwards hats, they can't be nice

In fact I heard that Buck 65 might even be the antichrist

And Sixtoo, he practises witchcraft, collects crystals

And back in the early 70s was in the Sex Pistols

But they kicked him out 'cos he was always bugging and dissing

And Sid caught him and that Nancy girl hugging and kissing

And holding hands in the rain and doing shows

With poison solvent cans at the merchandise counter and everything

The DJ runs around telling people that I'm sinister

And wishes that Darth Vader was the prime minister

And I even heard that one of them can't wait until the day when the world ends

And until then his hobby's gonna be stealing people's girlfriends

And he said he wasn't kidding

He's got a dozen styles of rhyming and keeps another dozen hidden

They throw fruit and vegetables around so dodge the lemons and hot peppers

'Cos one throws harder than Roger Clemens

I think they might be from the future

got a casual collection of styles like Ninja Prada

And offer us a choice of season; daytime or evening wear

Please listen to the voice of reason