[Intro] Twenty Ten, Twenty Ten, Twenty Ten, Twenty Ten (fades out) [Hook] Twenty Ten Tw-Twenty-Tw-Twenty Ten [x8] [Verse 1: Dylan Ross] I swoop down on you like a pterodactyl And I've been known to point nines like a fractal No ha**le When I'm dippity doing I'ma born baller like Pippen or Ewing I'm sippin' a brew at the party just chilling and maxin' A world tycoon with the villainous action But I'm a volunteer that's how we do here It's Twenty Ten still leaving if it's a new year International boo bear Well read and refined but who cares Boo hoo I'm not singing the blues One mad man will make six million groove Moving, body moving I am that man I take the lead when you save the last dance I make woman realize they like chubby men I'm Dylan Ross the definition of Twenty Ten
[Hook] [Verse 2: Dylan Ross] Assed out, sittin' in the gla** house With the gla** pipe that I ash out right before I mash out On the scene I'm crispy clean So you want more just like I was Ovaltine I been a Bisco balling up in Frisco to some disco So will you be where my dick go I keep it sterile I'm embarra**ed to walk into an American Apparel and fear of walking out with a purchase I'm never nervous I do you all a service I get underneath the surface You got a body I work it (work it) You can work it out to my beat Sweat I'm on Fuego Ask for all the heat, yeah I like to make music on machines With calculators that can calculate everything I've always had a pot to piss in Banking off the fact that art causes more wars than religion [Hook]