Every night I'm gonna light another fire;
I'm burning down every city full of liars.
I sold the flow to the pimps and the buyers;
I told you all that I'm bomb, cut the wires.
So fresh, so fly, so insane.
Get buck, get fucked; let's rage.
I get low like a casket; I'm still high when I'm crashing;
I still stack 'em up for the masses.
WOOHOO, IF I HAD ONE CHANCE I'D TAKE IT.
WOOHOO, HOLD MY BREATH FOR A MINUTE; IT'S COMPLICATED.
I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING, YEAH.
Live like we don't give a fuck.
Haha, you know.
Another night, another stage and a microphone;
I've got bones made of iron and veins full of acetone.
I turn everything I touch to gold;
it's arson in the suburbs, do what you're told.
Oh hell yeah.
So right, so wrong, so dangerous.
Made in the 80's; can't touch this.
Start a riot in the city tonight,
find me young and desperate, under the street lights.
(Turn left at the next street) Throwback
WOOHOO, IF I HAD ONE CHANCE I'D TAKE IT.
WOOHOO, HOLD MY BREATH FOR A MINUTE; IT'S COMPLICATED.
I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING
They call me a mechanic tyranicalsaurus rex, robotic and fresh,
spitting acid til I'm melting the flesh.
I break beats cause I'm canabalistic, not another statistic.
And we'll do it one time in case you missed it.