Come on, truly it was always dusted fly dead in the corner of some window

I couldn't win 'cause sunburnt skin is in

If there was a pin to pull, I'd pull the pin

Oh fuck yea I know where it began

I was buried up to my glands in sand

Hot boys with toys on their arms don't mean no harm

They merely mean to impress, to show you what they undress

The flexed pricks have spoken

The thighs wide open

The team members are swollen

Delicious d'ebutants hearts are stolen

What's in the future for us?

A public speech on a public bus

The DNA will have it's say