[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]Hey you can- you can come on the busPsyche![Verse 1]We are born again, we've died and sprung to life, so wet and freshWriggling and drooling and gleefully soiling our tightsI bet you gave up on the children of Oasis. Do you knowHow fucking dumb you look? My patience, thin, has torn in halfIn my past life, I was gummy, dead inside, and born to dieI’m the Juuling kyke, the only thing your blue eyes deal are liesHalf-gay, splayed and boringAnd I'm still ignoring youBut I'm proud to smileIt’s my addiction and I've missed it soI've missed this:[Chorus]"Yeah! Oh, Yeah!"Christ ignites and he plunges downAnd it feels so finеTo fuck with fire and burn forever"Yеah! Oh, Yeah!"God explodes and we go, go, goAnd we're beasts, we feastOn the end of time and burn forever[Verse 2]We are the flying rats that shattered glass for Bruce and birthed the batSomeone has to euthanize that yellow cat, that piece of trashYou'll be Steve and I'll be Bill, laughing to the bank as youFade away and die, I will sing the requiem:[Chorus]"Yeah! Oh, Yeah!"God explodes and we go, go, goAnd we're beasts, we feastOn the end of time and burn forever"Yeah! Oh, Yeah!"They never knew the irony was falseWe meant it all?Now canceled's the fucking pilot[Post-Chorus](Psyche!) We fucking love you(Psyche!) We will revive your mind(Psyche!) I am not my fatherI could never bloom the way he sprung to lifeL’chaim[Bridge]We fucked your wives (We fucked your wives)They saved our lives (They saved our lives)Chop! Chop! Chop!We stole your members, you did it first but we did it betterAll these cocks to swing about so clumsily (hey, hey, hey, hey)Alive with queasy, bleary weary eyesBlink and you’ll miss the moral to all of thisThe cum is spread, the days are doneThe best is bright and yet to come undone(The best is bright and yet to come)[Outro]My mind splits like a palm tree quakePalms walked the wire once on our first dateLittle lady cut away and left the umbilicalLascivious thoughts gut-fuck the trivialSnapcase's gravity. Pulp’s skewed realityBroken, broken singing to leave Cohens cringin'With dope tears I'm slingingI'm bringing Oliver’s corpse to the crucifix with twin fucking forksHoping lightning strikes twice and sets fire to your fucking fortWe are Two fucking forked Tongues winding towards their last resortBy Riot Fest '24, I'II be coughing up corks if you supply the MalörkThis is my Chronic 2K so I'm gonna describeIn ironic terms that convey I'm a sick guyHow I got away with destroying my lover's true lifeMe and Conor will drink to our lawyer tonightAnd never once mention how he also freed CosbyHe'd still take stacks to clean lies right off meIf the iceberg fits, it'll sink Say AnythingBut Billy Zane shot himself, so will Darren KingDarren KingDarren KingDarren KingGoogle him (-im)
