Verse 1(ImLit):
How you be doing Jane Jetson, spacey older chick
I’d make a date with my psychiatrist for a kiss
and in the flick of the wrist i’d be gone
with my Swan Song shirt gone haggard in the thorns
sure that I’ve been warned, in one ear, out the other
I’ve always been a sucker getting licked like all these other motherfuckers
pucker up, shit be getting sour
diesel powered golden shower hosing down your followers
so if you bounce with her, I’ll be pissed
I’ll be making up shit about the whole of your existence
cause I’m paranoid, sure that your a droid
waiting for your self destruct systems to deploy
so if the noise is to much for your cranium
and you start feeling numb, I think you better run
you can tell from my breath I be sin
reeking of brimstone and gin, fucking grim


Verse 2(Citizen):
I say, “What up kid?” then, “Get another bucket.”
We can get so zooted that we have to go and puke in it
Some people call me cupid, the last truest on the loopid
Flute calvary coop did, You I straight up eluded
Sober I’m older and more of a bore
Call me Kim Hawthorn. Call me the guy on your news report
Tickle me turn red. I’m fickle, you give head
My pickle big instead. So tickled you turn dead
I played Streets of Rage coming out the womb
Check me out, I’m Jared Nathan from ZOOM
Not dead tho, Three Ninjas special
All day, All night I watched it; Lets tussel
Meant to be. Call me Destiny Child
Mentally Chris Pontius. Now call me wild boy
You’re old if you don’t like the cake
We stay for the cake

Refrain(Citizen):
Stay for the cake motherfucker
Stay for the cake
Just GOD
Stay for the cake motherfucker

Verse 3(STAKS):
Yo who is this? Yo what is this business? Fast Tactics’ stayin within sight distance of the 262 district. With this shit I could make a couple ducketts in an instant My mistress is a short blonde chick and a whitey mean hope image. Listen to Citizen Immature Literature that’s ImLit. STAKS, yo that’s smiley the Ally Kat, throw on your rally caps and sit down and shut your traps cause when I write this shit’s tight like Sarah Palin’s yoga pants. Clap your hands and dance, I hope you end the night in laughs and get so drunk at Ho Chunk casino like Reno, but Wisco scene tho. Yo you don’t even know it’s the king of the flow and the crown of all the critics. Welcome to my home town yea welcome to apocalypse. The clock is winding down and you decide you’ve got a lot to live. Let’s pop some shots of vodka and watch all the bombs come in.