| [Verse1] | |
| The windy city swallows corn | |
| Volcanic princess brings a storm | |
| Count me out, I love the spring | |
| Curdled creams another thing | |
| Heaven's open, there's no space | |
| For a future Afghan ace | |
| Testosterone plus, and gym built strong | |
| The meat is off, gravity blonde | |
| [Instrumental] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| A heavy elder mans the door | |
| Working girls, man, man the floor | |
| They scope the room, enhance the groove | |
| Teaching aliens shamanic moves | |
| It's in your face that dumb arse smile | |
| Not worth a piss, ain't got no style | |
| The white kids are a crying shame | |
| They've got it all but parked their brains | |
| [Instrumental] |