(Seth Casana; Mikael Glago)      turpentine   cannot clean the dirt   off of your hands   your destiny from birth   so divine   is your scheme   to ruin our plans   funkin' up your wet dream, honey      people say you've really got to go   doing shady dealings on the low   the public thinks you'd best be shutting up   all your power, still you keep on   racking'em up      overthrown   risking mass   resistance from the kids   your public can't relate   overgrown   bit too big   for stolen britches   making everybody irate      the way you're living's 'bout to break your back   world won't be cutting you no slack   nicotine to help you sober up   just can't stand it, still you keep on   racking'em up      I wear a ski mask and sombrero at the same time   free at last on my sled been streamlined   snow pants summer, bathing suit in wintertime   we don't ask for a glass of Coke   'cause I'm inclined to define that slime as a crime   your lying design got ya stockpiling strychnine   in your mind, you justify just as far as you want   but don't take us for a couple of chumps   you're acting all flaccid 'cause you're in critial status   ass-slapped you so hard you spun around backwards   and landed in the backwoods like your tag was mister platypus   still gratitude was all you every had for us   seeing the world through analytic eyes   how it's comprised, an idea realized   see people as intestines filled with metaphysical pride   rip open turntables, find the wiring guide inside on the side   ghetto Lamborghini down in Guinea with some ginseng   e-dropping Guatemalan donkeys watching Ringling   GOP fogies shooting bogies puffing stogies while their   homies on the phonies with the Singapore sling thing   try to hold a tune, but you can't sing   all I want to see is you dancing   unless you think life's just one big hold up   then get out of my house, don't ever let me catch you   racking'em up