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.