J Slim - Cupcakes lyrics

[Verse 1] APSTRAKT I woke up this morning walking underwater The pressure went up but my eardrums blew (Aaagh!) Thump and pop and they throb I sleep with the fish 'cuz I f** with the mob I ask myself "what?", all I get is a how They talk about future, I live in the now Like Benjamin bu*ton reverse upside down I don't wear no makeup still look like a clown Now that's what I call music! Growing up all I had was a stick I still built myself an empire- look, the city's on fire Malco that was me, now it's just a big party That's the dream, you fiend. So try not to hate me I just dropped the seed enjoy Rose Mary's baby [Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry) This is the story, the two men, the glory The ghosts who were not really there Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride Silhouettes walking straight through thin air Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three k**ing spree Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell! Are we fargone too fargone? Too early to tell Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell I just spray-painted a swastica onto the church bells [Verse 2] Jack Blerry & APTRAKT Went down to the library, down by the endo Pulled out my notebook and my scripto pencil I know that we bad so why am I depressed? 'Cuz we 'ain't causing mischief! Boy give it a rest I'm a dud firecracker, I 'ain't got no fuse Got no inspiration since I lost my muse I'm a table with two legs, a spider with five I'm going down slow, when will you arrive? I went to the mountain, to the desert too I was there ladies- so Where were you? I'm a flattened out wave, 'ain't got any curl An empty old oyster, 'ain't got any pearl I take lots of showers, I go for long walks I wait for a pitch but the fickle b**h barks Took a shot of whiskey, a snort of c**aine Shot some electrodes straight through my brain! [Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry) This is the story, the two men, the glory The ghosts who were not really there Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride Silhouettes walking straight through thin air Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three k**ing spree Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell! Are we just f**ing brain-dead? Too early to tell Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell I just stuck my gum into some b**hes hair! [Verse 3] Jack Blerry & APSTRAKT I'm mad as f**! That's the rule of thumb Sit up late, stay up, wait 'Daw- she 'ain't going to come I feel f**ing stranded, you know what I mean? People's minds is frozen like on Ketamine I feel the vibrations, TV's stuck on static This country is stagnant, I can't understand it Yo what do you mean? It's f**ed up! That's granted You want ketamine? Naw but nig we still bandits Let's rewrite the rules. Like democracy? Let's burn down our school! That's just straight anarchy! That's what I'm saying- we're burned and beat Over a girl? Just beat the meat We're crumpled up, crapped on and spat on We're roadk** to rich folk and brat sons Let's do what we want let's just have fun! I can't feel my face, my mind is going- [Hook: APSTRAKT & Jack Blerry) This is the story, the two men, the glory The ghosts who were not really there Better hide 'cuz we ride with a sack full of pride Silhouettes walking straight through thin air Run a bee anarchy, shoot the three k**ing spree Steal some rum 'cuz I don't really care Mix it up, fornicate, break the rules, snort the yay Because Satan's got cupcakes for sale Enter Alex and Malco's homemade man's hell! Will the sun ever rise? It's too early to tell Start campaigning for Satan's got cupcakes to sell Say it one more time, b**h, so we can yell: No megaphones. No dogma. f** the old left order