Uh, statement, I gotta listen to the police But there's a serpent, serpent beneath
Me He said that statement is what I can achieve I said, no it ain't police But he's got a
Fibre on what's standard That aerate beneath our aerate's our dysfunctionary completeness
That makes you growl like you've never, ever equated longer
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh A boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss
Putting in his will, his balls to make him get lost His brother said, that's the balls
And I said, yeah, they're the kind of people that eat my laugh And I said, ram, ram, ram
Oh, I love my old brand Could you make it like a Tony in the wall
Could you base it like a Bamba got a ball
But the truth about the Banshees niggas, they come crawling every time
Cause they're boys And they know how to have a rise
Come on, burn you niggas, die Airbangers
I wanna give you a gift, listening in to you twist You think that this is the sun that
Beats me in between my teeth And now I've got an electromagnetic sound
Inside my balls Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
All my bollocks are so down, join in beneath my solar and air radar
Yeah, that equipment is so singalong, fools And yeah, my half-timed city is now on my
Singing and walls But we painting in a scuba diving picture
Yeah, that's where our sisters will be landing, yeah
But air radars are inside