APSTRAKT - Outro lyrics

[Verse 1: APSTRAKT] Flip it backwards Cook Thugless rappers Calling all spoonerism lyrical tongue tappers Kidnappers, we're here to steal the show So fasten your seatbelts or your soul Before we whip away the floor from right below you Go you flow you bend over and you sax her Flute her in the hole and then you guitar on her back Gold is dripping down your eye But when you listen to the track it takes you Back to back to daddy flap King Midas status Whack is what you thought though Black is the new white bro Hispanics the old asian Mexicans are the next gringos So please blow a dil*o If you forgot that talent triumphs over color code And pigeon holed you we can't have it but we Grab it anyway We eradicate And we have no budget make Just a bunch of dudes Making beats and ripping tubes Scrawny white guys scribbling lyrics Inside a dirty bathroom Pa** a sploof tube Riddle me this, you wouldn't guess Ha! No pressure Don't judge a book by letter backs first letter Not trying to sell shirts Make music for ourself sure That a secret, hey A beat electronica Demonic shreiking She turned off the seat of freaky We've no need to stay consistent 'Cuz we're just experimenting Turn it on its head so b**hes If you don't like it don't listen Anger to love Down below up above Er my gerd, its a merf**ing kunninbird Practicing quirks, courtesy of Jim Mehrkens J slim, the slim Jim Put your sh** in the bargain bin s** out all the energy And the city lights are dim Wake up