Cavity Kings ft. Chaz Matador, DJ food stamp & Speno Lyrics

Ay zing, I'm trying to let light shine without a power source

Felt disconnected from the world maybe some

Rats went and chomped off this power cord thats why I

Stay quiet, pitter patter, they can't get in how

can I let this and that, them zips n zaps go get me down

Ummm

Just snap back with Zingers!

A siamese triplet, razz edition hostess had to prenup

In this odd parcel optimal for Rowe 4900s

Lampin' here for 60 candy years a fortified bunker

This sorta type hunger could use some quarters in my tummy

kept it locked for so long nobody has ordered nothing from me

I miss social clubs now somehow we goin passatempo

Hang tight Zing, got hands for those that try to crack the window

Yo your voltage bolt a hazard vitro

But that time the worker's keys left in

The teens thefted and feasted on our dear treasure

Don't you d-d-dare mention the c section!!

Yo I seen 7 kids lick chops on the squad, I'm sorry, feel threatened

The real question you in the back wanna move up a dozen rungs?

I-I dunno we both ain't seen the sun a couple hundred months

Oh woah! I'm in the front? No wonder Ruffles used to love this

Is that my reflection? My dome spongey, is that fungus, yo!

Yeah you ugl- sorry, feel the energy buzzin?

I mean I see a couple's headed to the diner with a munchkin

I think they're onto us Rowe! Throw me back in the dark

My rungs stuck! But it's nothing we haven't a handled thus far

Jesus Lucifer I'm schooling mummies, these grueling Trumpies

Polluting their bar stools, excuse a simulative smug teen

The slug speed dating middle-agers, peek my sleazy father

Twiddle ignoramus thumbs across this business major

I must abort, flee the table flushed in horror

Hunched over at full greed, pinch the quarters in my torn jeans

Gushing to the spot where they shop the old sweets

If I do not get a pop or a choc' I'mma go creep

Ah, yes, the monolith of rotten bliss

But this bauble pyramid appears to dispense awful tricks

An ancient form of arrogance that orbits all its flawless glyphs

A pearly thick humiliation, hatred to the clueless patron

Ghoulish challenger to all these gifts I've cultivated

Wholly sacred sabers shaped from gripping with these rural dangers

What can I do? I'm a savior, entropy's delayer

Wrangler of life from death in all its implicaters

What was that? You think that's too far-fetched?

And is it safe to assume that you conclude my heart's bent?

Y'see I could rule the world, if not these appetites to quench

And so today I'm eyeing up the only snack left in this trench

Moldy Zingers...

Behold the foamed ogre king consuming trash along the seashores….

I glance at C-7, the guarded Zingy's fall

I descend empty handed, the machine beeps off