Guante & Big Cats - Underground Sex Party lyrics

[Intro] Blood, fat and sugar [Verse 1: Kistoff Krane] I'm a selfish, trendy, messy swindler Impostor, con man, trash filling Forgive me, I was thumbing to the melting pot TO cooking in the kitchen, addicted to blood, fat and sugar Yeah, and I'm carving out the cattle black Cold in the middle of a telescope, broke Paying no mind to the stars, trying to sell my soul Cause in the actions of culture there can not be a corporate shot, no [Verse 2: Guante] Are d** still edgy? If so, I'll do ‘em all, I've done ‘em all I follow all the most famous bloggers on Twitter RT everything, anything to get my following bigger Team followback, ain't nobody callin' that bluff ‘cause son my day glo hoodie zips all the way up Um, I sell d** to celebrities Um, I'm a s**y teenage vampire Um, they played this song in a KIA commercial Yeah I got that fire It's only 99 cents, I mean it's free, I mean f** it I'll pay you five dollars to love it And love me and like me on Facebook and really though I'm just tryin' to tap in to what the fans and the critics know And if we shoot this as a video Big Cats will be played by a stripper [Hook: Guante] What's hot right now Is already out of fashion So give me a hyena on a leash Surgically implanted sungla**es A cosign from an 80s icon A ravenous scenester army A multicultural crew of supermodels An underground s** party [Verse 3: Guante] Triple Rock, two for ones Lampin', askin' young people what they do for fun It's Minneapolis by any measurement Everyone in the crowd looks like Jeremy Messersmith Huh, does a local celebrity count as a pop culture reference? Better ask Twitter Oooh we should make that a meme Quick Google me a jpeg of the city's skyline silhouette I'll follow you forever if you Tumblr it It's amazing just how viral this culture is I'm on the grind, I'm all in When I'm on a blind date I always ask what her draw is It's flirty, a little bit dirty If production values ain't high, it don't concern me Oh my god, I'm almost 30 If this song doesn't get me on the Current, I'll k** myself [Hook: Guante] What's hot right now Is already out of fashion So tattoo my eyeballs Inject the internet into my balls A cosign from a former reality star Your A&R, he's leavin' with us My fifteen minutes isn't up yet They haven't even begun [Verse 4: Guante] Let's start a fight club Let's start yet another indie music blog Let's go to spyhouse If vulnerability is still in Let's reminisce and drink and then cry our eyes out And if it's not let's leave it at that And spend more time writin' press releases than raps Reality and perception, would make the perfect mashup If I could just get the tempos to match up, it's bad luck Let's beg and grovel Let's write a dystopian YA novel Let's put air in a bottle and sell it Let's make all the cool kids jealous I just wanna be in the lead So everyone can point their RPGs right at me I'm never droppin' the act I could be myself, but who's paying ten dollars for that? [Hook: Guante] What's hot right now Is already out of fashion Give me the spotlight, it's my turn I can't wait until it starts to burn Sell me to myself, give me tomorrow in a magazine And we can make my legend grow I just got my MySpace page the way I like it Hey, where did everybody go?