Art book 2: electric boogaloo

"You're now a resident of Suck City
It's evident we're fucked
At least we look pretty
Our president would sell our future for a buck fifty
But he's super busy making supervillains look shitty
If that gets you pissed at me, it's not a mystery
Never in history did people disagree to this degree
Time to take a stand, if you got legs and if you're able
If you got a hand lay it on the table (so today)
We brought some new talent
That's fresher than fruit salad, ready, steady and even without ever neededNew balances, two feet on the pedal, speeding through challenges, to work it til it's perfect
Your fingers need a few calluses (to handle this) take that was created like a candle is, flame on wax
Stating the facts, with no analyst
The free-form form from four freaks fuck the panelists pacifying the masses
We suggest you find the ass to kiss

Hop into the back of our self-driving limo
Smoke the complimentary indo, meet the willing nymphos
Wink (wink) at all the happy people out the windows
Don't (don't) don't feel (don't Feel)
Don't feel
No (no) need to think
They think though
Provided free syringes you can mainline all your info
It's so nice to make it In-In-Introduck(duck)-Goose-Introduct(duct)-Introduction, we're your tour guides
Wel- (wel) Welcome to the shit show
(Even) Even though (though) we (we) don't know shit bro--"