[Verse 1: Chimpo]
We pop bottle tops, fill sonic molotovs
Chill, Bill soundk**a - the top of tops
I's grillin' - not gorillas in the mist
Drum coppin' a karate suit chillin' in the bits
And this one's bad for ya posture
Got the crowd busting backflips, it'll cost-ya
Cos every time you bust it in a rave
Got half of the capacity putting in a claim
Hi-Caliba, ba**cone damaga
Take over everything, smile for the camera
Screwface rambler, in the rave stumblin'
Eyes dilate from you hear the ba** rumblin'
Bleed shout sleep deprivate, meditate
Hallucinate, chill, go bed and recuperate
And who knows when the party end
Cause just when you think it's all done—
We start again
[long pause]
[Verse 2: Chimpo]
Let the subs talk first
Thirty-four hertz for girls in short skirts
Guys in the back with the eyes in the caps
All high as a kite with their mind in the trap (card?)
And this one's not for a fussyhole, man I been bad
Since two tape decks and a Casio
Bad since Wonderkart bedsheets
Ten years ahead while's you thinkin' 'bout ya next tweet
We're so dubplate exclusive you can't
Bring those out in a hologram like Snoopy's
Get stupid, get dumb, get brain dead
Step up in a clash and get the wall, stained red
Sound k**in' out here, no chillin'
Cause ya dealin' wit' a villain out here
Write off a soundboy with a Parker pen
And just when you think it's all done—
We start again