I see faces and traces and places of home
I see power-tripping monkeys and they’re rebuilding Rome
Your words are like turds and I’m shoveling in a tornado, a sado, can’t you get me some gin
SkibbidibabbidibibbidibabbidibibbidibabbidibibbidiBIP!
And that’s the sound the bubbles make when you’re starting to sip, sh*t,
I’m sh*tting on myself and soon I empty my seat, in an illusion, confusion,
I start moving my feet. Extraordinary spelunking to the sound of the beat,
I see a motherflippin whale playing Ping-Pong with my meat.
But you canna never kill a mentally handicapped gorilla,
but you can try, you can try, motherf*cker, you can try
-Moron Police