I've got the backsack madness and an ace up my sleeve
I'm going up, down, around before I pick up and leave
I'm wearing red because I'm dead on a Saturday night
You best believe I'm gonna pa pa party and fight
Without a sound I'm making loud all that you can't conceive
Bringing down the house erecting what you need to see
And what you be is what you see until it's xyz
And then the Mud Pill Palace is your ecstacy
Got a front row seat and I'm making the scene
I've got the biggest dream dreamed, you've got a little machine
And then you stu-stu-stutter looking blankly at me
Because you can't understand what you cannot see
See because bigger isn't better if it's up against me
For every move you think you've got I've got a hundred at least
Show me what you got, show me what, now, what you can play
Try to get a grip as you watch me walking away