Lyrics:

Uh

Listen up, hatchet man (uh)
Send controls for the heart of the land
Tell 'em all it is time
You're the next in the chain of command (that's fine)

Apparition (apparition)
Direct the course of collision (roar)
Suspicion (suspicion)
For their act to come to fruition

In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be singing in a rain of pennies
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be soaring in disguise of bevies
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be smooching at the feet of the ruler
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be grinding in a pile of moolah (uh)

Listen up, you motherfuckers
Those ivy league dopes, they want to mock us
Tell 'em all, this is war
And not fighting a war is for suckers (that's fine)

Assassinate (assassinate)
Gather the tombs to disintegrate
Hate (hate)
Raping the seeds as a reprobate

I'm number one, you're number two
You've got a lot of God's work to do

In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be singing in a rain of pennies
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be soaring in disguise of bevies
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be taking no shit from the chulas
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be grabbing them all by the hoo-ha
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be dancing in the fields of freedom
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be crushing the malls, cause we don't need 'em
In the twenties, in the twenties
All the way to the thirties

Uh, ahh
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be singing in a rain of pennies
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be soaring in disguise of bevies
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be smooching at the feet of the ruler
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be grinding in a pile of moolah