An Experience No Words Can Describe

In a world where music is more than just music

Shit is bananas

G-O-I-N-G bananas

Shit is bananas

G-O-I-N-G bananas

Shit is bananas

G-O-I-N-G bananas

Shit is bananas

Yeah yeah bananas

I'm on the top and I can't be missing

I said it all before but now I'm on a mission

This ain't impossible, this cause is probable

Sending you to Hell call that eternal damnation

Trap nation

Real trap shit

Call me Zelda 'cos of the way that I link-

Up with my opps

Baby, it's ok don't call the cops

I can handle this mandible

This idiot flamadool

How the hell you gone ooplesnoots,

In the fuckalan jucklenoots

If you ain't got no pooplesnoots

No pooplesnoots

That is enough of whatever the hell that was

Now we're at the bridging part of the song

To find another section

Everybody listen up!

I need ya'll to do what I do

This isn't a stick up though, I gotta be 100 percent sure of that

So everyone is clear that this is a fictitious bit

This is not related in any way, shape or form to crime

I'm just telling the listeners how to do a dance

Ok, you ready to do the dance now?

Ok, so like the joke is that I don't have a dance for ya'll to do

And I couldn't be bothered to make one up

So this is just my, the epilogue if you will

Thank you