[Verse 1: Armand]
Got our wristbands on tight
Its gonna be a hell of a night
We walkin up into tent city
And we feelin right
These rowdy c*nts are gettin at it
Smashin dobros to the dome
Ass is blowin up like i shotgunned a laxative
God damn lets catch that bus up to stage
But first things first, we gotta rage
Bout to unleash the drunk me
Up on out of its cage
If i wasn't faded, no way i woulda hit that indian broad
Shout out to miles b for bringing her straight to my front yard
That was too easy bruh
It ain't hard to believe me bruh
These girlies prance around the camp ground all actin sleazy bruh
But that whats you get when you mix feelings and d**
A festival for the ma**es and everyone seem to fall in love
But wastin time chasing tail is not big boi like shutterbug
We keep it trill and know the best times's with mauri c*nts
[Verse 2: Andrew]
In the new zealand Vegas
Kiwi spottings ya they endangered predators
To be saved there need to be some history editors
From wings down to one feather
Some c*nts would rather be wearing leather
Mongrol mob declaring one outs
Guns out here ain't what counts
No worries about the next artillery discounts
Flamed in red that's what they abouts
But they be staying quiet cause there's hardly any citizen shouts
Shoutout to the vacation home at the mount
Rotoruas hottest night club the lava bar
Ordering French fries at the bar
Hitting up those Canadian honeys at the bar
Setting my white rhinos drink at the bar
Damn those Rotorua honeys never set the bar
They all feel like they red bull vodka shining star
Rotovegas is where I keep my chips
The only thing in gambling is weather to take miles b rips
Or shaking my booty behind a kiwi girls hips
Check my tris girl I just did 300 dips
Pops behind the BBQ made of a car rim
Singing me what he rembers of the a Portuguese hymn
Drinking wine from 1967
Some shot that came out of sevenths heaven
This sh** you can't even get in a Thai 711
Ya all I have here is what's in heaven