Lyrics:

It grows up above the booth
And conceils my three eighty,
Are you running for this money money
Hunting eggs like easter bunny.
Keep trying to be about me freak,
I will eat a zombie.
Calm and double while you jumping through these hurdles, silly rabbit.
The race is over, is won by the turtle,
Metal machinery, purple herbal mixed with that greenery.
I dont like songs, grasshopper, I like scenaries,
Everything aint what it seems to be,
What it means to you dont mean to me
Bzzzz, a sting from the killer bees.