Bwomp (Extended Version)

На что мы можем надеяться?
Почему мы даже пытаемся?
Над религией смеялись мы давно
Сомневаюсь, что я стану ангелом, когда умру

We gotta get together, gotta get with the gameplay
Dee dee dee dee dee, light up the saint
I don't understand why the kids are getting caged
When all they want to benefit is the big rigs
To this diversion, I'm giving all hell
Handing the cookie jar, puffing the blood spell
No more powers to the china man's puss
No more fucking charity
Pray for me, I'll pray for you
Pray for me, I'll pray for you

Piling it too high, talk not saying anything
What we leave behind, what we can't afford to keep
There's no sympathetic posturing
There's no more true humanity
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users from the whores

Creepy crawl, creepy crawl
Creepy crawl, creepy crawl

Twist the four-five cap, get back, try to slap the wax on the wheels
You'll be alright, find the flow, free the flow, bring it in
Heat, wrath, unleash, strike the bone that you're eating
We gotta get together, gotta get with the gameplay
Dee dee dee dee dee, light up the saint
I don't understand why the kids are getting caged
When all they want to benefit is the big rigs
Mankind, unkind, oh, it's a fine line
People gotta die, but this time it's my time
High tide, pride, but I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world while we sleep at night
Twist the four-five cap and understand that if it was up to me
I'd free Charles Manson
High tide, pride, but I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world while we sleep at night

Throw it all away
If it was up to me, if it was up to me
If it was up to me, I'd free Charles Manson

Piling it too high, talk not saying anything
What we leave behind, what we can't afford to keep
There's no sympathetic posturing
There's no more true humanity
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users from the whores
From the whores
From the, from the, from the whores
Let's separate the users from the whores
Whoa, from the whores
From the whores

Creepy crawl

What do we have to hope for?
Why do we even try?
I said religion long ago
That I'll be an angel when I die
When I die, when I die

Mankind, unkind, oh, it's a fine line
People gotta die, but this time it's my time
High tide, pride, but I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world while we sleep at night
Twist the four-five cap and understand that if it was up to me
I'd free Charles Manson
High tide, pride, but I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world late at night

From the, from the, from the whores
We destroy the world
Let's separate the users from the whores
We destroy the world
Whoa, from the whores
Drop from the top
Drop from the top
Drop from the top
Drop from the top

Drop from the top, don't let the motherfuckers stop
The cops run with the pops, jumpin' like a bunch of pork chops
Now they know we loco
Drop from the top, don't let the motherfuckers stop
The cops run with the pops, jumpin' like a bunch of pork chops

Drop from the top, don't let the motherfuckers stop
The cops run with the pops, jumpin' like a bunch of pork chops
Now they know we loco, goin' cuckoo pop
Cocoa puffs are up, some chumps turn up
Make it funky enough, don't let the rhythm stop

Don't let the rhythm stop
Drop from the top, don't let the motherfuckers stop
The cops run with the pops, jumpin' like a bunch of pork chops
Now they know we loco
Drop from the top, don't let the motherfuckers stop
The cops run with the pops, jumpin' like a bunch of pork chops
Now they know we loco, goin' cuckoo pop
Cocoa puffs are up, some chumps turn up
Make it funky enough, don't let the rhythm stop
Drop the puns at once, you know you're falling behind
You're playing catch with a gun, so why you jacking the trend?
Perception's trickling in, you know we're coming correct
You're slipping again, we're gonna drop from the top

Drop from the top
Gonna drop from the top
Drop from the top

Drop from the top, don't let the motherfuckers stop
The cops run with the pops, jumpin' like a bunch of pork chops
Now they know we loco, goin' cuckoo pop
Cocoa puffs are up, some chumps turn up
Make it funky enough, don't let the rhythm stop
Drop the puns at once, you know you're falling behind
You're playing catch with a gun, so why you jacking the trend?
Perception's trickling in, you know we're coming correct
You're slipping again, you know we're coming correct
And you're slipping again, you know we're coming correct
And you're slipping again, you know we're coming correct
You're slipping again, you know we're coming correct
You're slipping again, you know we're coming correct
You're slipping again

Represent
Represent
Check it out
Drop from the top
Gonna drop from the top

Drop from the top, don't let the motherfuckers stop
The cops run with the pops, jumpin' like a bunch of pork chops
Now they know we loco, goin' cuckoo pop
Cocoa puffs are up, some chumps turn up
Make it funky enough, don't let the rhythm stop
Don't let the rhythm stop
Don't let the rhythm stop
Drop from the top, don't let the motherfuckers stop
The cops run with the pops, jumpin' like a bunch of pork chops
Now they know we loco, goin' cuckoo pop
Cocoa puffs are up, some chumps turn up
Make it funky enough, don't let the rhythm stop
Don't let the rhythm stop