I got three knives, I mean it when I spit rhymes
Go dig like the prime minister's mine
Rewind, come again, one more time
Party and bullshit, champagne showtime
Better think as you read the hand sign
With freckled hands I'll fuck you and your plan
I've pre-shot Irish and swapped fans
Chopped tequila, no salt, all cream, man
Optimus prime up to the tank, outstanding stanza
That's why I shine
Fine like wine drunk on the grapevine
Not afraid to extend the fuck you sign
My, my, there's four chips of spine
Blows up the mind that reads for the deaf and brails for the blind
Seeks for the tickets and you shall find
We'll be done with the mic check and DJ rewind
Come again, one more time
Come again, one more time
