[Verse 1: Jackson O'Connell-Barlow]
From the memory banks to the satellite tape loops
Everything situated between them affects you
Reveling in it, never setting a limit
By recording this we've robbed you of several valuable minutes
Call it a time and space thievery trap
Be writing on hits with discount rack compact discs
Hollow mountains and budget motels
Love it all, let the battle cry, crack any hard shells
I wanna believe I'm tilling your scene
Fogging alcohol windows with the k**ing machine
Audio: lo-fi; body weight: one twenty five
Moderating for money, the dream is legitimized
[Hook]
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Kiss my cross
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Kiss my cross
[Verse 2: Jarrod Weeks]
Lo-G man, the ring king renegade
Thundercade in the arcade I played
Infinite keys and shafts, my megajump is a blast
More time for choosing, less time to solve
Don't question my resolve
You got stuck in Bowser's time trap
Longer disguise, time didn't disguise the fact that your mission was crap
Your Mad Max sk**s are weak
It's Durts you want to defeat, but I'm too goddamn sweet
If you don't feel me, murder me
Otherwise just leave, cuz you're boring me
I'm hot, ten thousand degrees
You can s** the D
Some angels the rap disease
It's Durts and Mr. Pennsylvania
Press start for the next wave
[Hook]
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Kiss my cross
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Kiss my cross
[Outro: Jarrod & (Jackson)]
(Ho-o-oly sh**, I'm sad and sick, angels come here)
Yes, Grand Buffet, the undercover angels
(Ho-o-oly sh**, I'm sad and sick, angels come here)
Infinite lives, infinite bombs, infinite credits, minimum damage taken from walls
And there's only one star needed to restore energy
(Oooh! Brutal! Brutal!)
Yeah! Definitely