| Three-Oh | |
| [x12] | |
| I'm 'a hit you from the back | |
| I'm not comming to your party | |
| Shake it, shake it, shake it like you- | |
| Get your hands up | |
| Take-take that | |
| Mother fucker fake rap | |
| I'm 'a hit you from the back | |
| Chokechain | |
| I'm hot baby you're not | |
| Poisonous pill | |
| Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punk bitch | |
| Colorado | |
| (Day One) A chaple and glistening | |
| (Day Three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach | |
| (Day Six) A train that isn't whistling | |
| (Day Ten) and I don't want to see you off again | |
| We know the most crunk | |
| Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, | |
| Turn up your radio | |
| the song we play will blow the speakers | |
| don't stop whistlin' | |
| to let them know what they've been missing | |
| turn the jukebox on | |
| the song we play will blow the system | |
| (Day One) A chaple and glistening | |
| (Day Three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach | |
| (Day Six) A train that isn't whistlin | |
| (Day Ten) and I don't want to see you off again | |
| We know the most crunk | |
| Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, | |
| Turn up your radio | |
| the song we play will blow the speakers | |
| don't stop whistlin' | |
| to let them know what they've been missing | |
| turn the jukebox on | |
| the song we play will blow the system | |
| We know the most crunk | |
| Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, | |
| Turn up your radio | |
| the song we play will blow the speakers | |
| don't stop whistlin' | |
| to let them know what they've been missing | |
| turn your jukebox up | |
| the song we play will blow the system | |
| no ones been, no ones been | |
| the cherry in that eye | |
| and it's burning under my skin | |
| carrying, carrying | |
| the lady back to work | |
| but that should be the first thing | |
| no ones been, no ones been | |
| the carpenter i've been | |
| building you this cabinet | |
| burying burying | |
| those heroes as they're gasping | |
| but that should be the last thing |