I got this new game, I call it Kurt
Escape from New York, meet me in the dirt
I mean no harm, maybe just a little,
But these are the end of times, meet me in the middle.
Politics, we never vote!
'Cause you won't hang yourself if you don't choose a rope, no
We're just a silhouette,
Just some hired hands
If money talks,
Then I don't understand!
You know it,
She knows it
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it,
He knows it
Baby, it's the end of times.
[k**er Mike:]
Lie, cheat, steal, k**, win, do it like a winner (winner)
The church steals, rapes, k**s and they call you a sinner (sinner)
Set fire to 'em, I'm finna
Attack 'em like a dog off the leash in a kennel
Fight for the people forever
Will it ever change? No, never
The devil got control of the winner
[El-P:]
Winner makes waves, be the winner, make bubbles, they love it
Chuckle out loud when their voice gets smothered
Get with big clips and full leaf dusters
Bust into cla** and the ma** start busting
Guns in our clutches can't be trusted
The war machine will remain uninterrupted
Man'll go nuts trying to tackle the subject
Clutch to the d** like the hand from a mother
You know it,
She knows it
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it,
He knows it
Baby, it's the end of times.
I've wrote a song for the party,
but I got the words wrong!!
It was the end of the world,
It was a birthday song.
So come, pick a tune, sing along, sing along.
(x2)
You know it,
(Yeah!)
She knows it
(Yeah!)
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it,
(Yeah!)
He knows it
(Yeah!)
Baby, it's the end of times.