Pick a puddle with the bridge and tunnel tumbleweed -He somersault with someone who ain't fucking with that double-speak Barely up for single-speak, don't run up on some fun police If something tougher isn't done, unplugging all your puppy teeth I can't explain to y'all how much time I don't have for this Infinite amounts to ban exactly it Let's pack it in or spin some actual axes at each other Happy hunting, the trick is how to trap and stuff What's added up to nothing for so long It's like throwing a book at a ghost You could damage the book, plus they just poof in the smoke It's like fumbling your phone to get a photo of a Bigfoot Them failing to convince your friends it isn't just some tribute With a trickster and gorilla suit Then you're questioning your own account of things Maybe that close encounter wasn't how it seemed Find me in the truck, sizing other drifters up Hi-C in the cup Yo, I'll be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I'll be in the cut Yo, I'll be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I'll be in the cut Trap doors open up and swallow my lame guests You're welcome to stop in, just watch what you say next I get them saying less at the station that doesn't take requests We play for traded cassettes in the straight to VHS We read our Trivial Pursuit cards from the Goodwill Porting bagels from Long Island to a mountain over Whoville Then rappelling to the foothills Waving from the wavy lane Radio silent running errands on an 80s shape Radio flyer pulling prey to the fire I'm in the area [?], my name engraved on my lighter Swap myself into a frame at the neighborhood diner That's the kind of game we admire Rooftop a night market, I am marking a thin crowd I shimmy down the closest pole, behold the old, get in, get out Dicey little mutt, winding other littles up Hide your chicken club Yo, I'll be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I'll be in the cut Woo! Woo! Yo, I'll be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I'll be in the cut Woo! Woo! Brick roads come in many colors There's many different wizards And vigilante justice And simple family functions that should come with panic buttons And learning how to always hunt your supper standing upwind Jump up, tuck, spin, land on one knee Fist down, split this town along Jump Street Where you learn that one? I actually never done that before A blackout and death becomes you and yours Woke with blood in my mouth Went to wash about the Applebee's Cut my hair and disappear into the commonality Been hearin' about some massacre on the news at 11 What kind of monster would be moving so reckless? If it's up, then I give a fuck who approved of the message I'm in the mood to mush a lieutenant Come root for the menace Ooh! Hiding in the shrubs Higher writhing in the mud Might be in a cult Yo, I'll be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I'll be in the cut Woo! Woo! Yo, I'll be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I'll be in the cut Woo! Woo!