The Pylons

Oh-oh, we caught a live one! Oh, we caught a live one! Oh, we caught a, oh, we caught a live one! Fuck it, imma light one Ain't a better, ain't a better hill to die on, b-better hill to die on Motha-motha-mothafuckin' shadow, like what the fuck I gotta hide from? Put you on the b-side, Jack, it's the other side that I want Floatin' off the ground, Jack Swingin' from a powerline, swingin' from the pylons I land and never make a sound, that paper sad, oi, faker than a tabloid See me mad, you don't wanna get to that point I don't like a muthafucka if he actin' mad coy Imma stick a 57 FN in a frat boy Imma kick it 'til it kickstart Fuck it imma, pretend that I don't wanna cut into your hand Rip it into six parts I got a plan, I'm gonna hop in the van, a bomb inside of the engine Drive and crash into the Quick Mart Irony, I'm only feelin' healthy when my bucks fat Playin' with my profit, you get buried, you could trust that I was with the zombies thumbin' paper with the undead Keep ya broad, I got the Bloody Mary givin' dumb head Got no manners, missed the hammer, now my thumb red Pretty colors all I see inside my blunt head We don't take demands, I mean I ain't heard what the chump said Shit got outta hand, he kick the can and now the chump dead Oh, we caught a live one! Oh, we caught a live one! Oh, we caught a, oh, we caught a live one! Fuck it, imma light one Ain't a better, ain't a better hill to die on, b-better hill to die on Motha-motha-mothafuckin' shadow, like what the fuck I gotta hide from?