Contraband

Okay, go then!

Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink

Of the money, of the weakness that you can't conceive

And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe

Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight

'Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight

So the petite the baby blows you away in 4play, 4play

I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3

Oh, look at me I love gleefully, 'cos my teeth are full of women

They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent

All again, again

Oh, hard enough are your muscles' depth

'Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband

See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz

How I laugh, laugh

I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3

I, I, I, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah

I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah