Listen up, hatchet man
Set controls for the heart of the land
Tell 'em all it is time
You're the next in the chain of command (As my)
Listen up, hatchet man
Set controls for the heart of the land
Tell 'em all it is time
You're the next in the chain of command (As my)
Apparition (Apparition)
Direct the course for collision
(Grow)
Suspicion (Suspicion)
For the Reich to come to fruition
[Chorus]
In the Twenties (Twenties)
We'll be singing in a reign 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 Da Rulah
In the Twenties (Twenties)
We'll be grinding in a pile of moolah
[Verse 2]
Listen up, you motherfuckers
Those Ivy League dopes, they wanna mock us
Tell 'em all this is war
And not fighting a war is for suckers
(Kiss my)
Assassinate (Assassinate)
Gather the tools to disintegrate
(Feed)
Hate (Hate)
Reaping the seeds as a reprobate
I'm number one, you're number two
You've got a lot of God's work to do
[Chorus]
In the Twenties (Twenties)
We'll be singing in a reign 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 no chulas
We'll be grabbing 'em all by the hoo-has
In the Twenties (Twenties)
We'll be dancing in the fields of freedom
In the Twenties (Twenties)
We'll be crushing them laws 'cause we don't need 'em
In the Twenties
In the Twenties (Twenties)
All the way to the thirties
[Chorus]
In the Twenties (Twenties)
We'll be singing in a reign of pennies
In the Twenties (Twenties)
We'll be soaring in disguise of Bevies
We'll be smooching at the feet of Da Rulah
In the Twenties (Twenties)
We'll be grinding in a pile of moolah
Lyt op, Hatchet Man
Indstil kontroller for hjertet af jorden
Fortælle dem alt det er tid
Du er den næste i kommandokæden (som min)
Apparition (Apparition)
Direkte kurset for kollision
(Dyrke)
Suspicion (Suspicion)
For Reich at komme til at frruition
[Kor]
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi vil synge i en regeringstid af pennies
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi vil svinge i forklædning af Bevies
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi bliver smooching på fødderne af DA Rustah
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi sliber i en bunke af moolah
[Vers 2]
Lyt op, du morfuckers
De Ivy League Dopes, de vil mocke os
Fortælle dem alt dette er krig
Og ikke kæmper for en krig er til suckers
(Kys mig)
Murdering (mord)
Saml værktøjerne til at desintegreres
(Foder)
Hader (had)
Høste frøene som en reprobat
Jeg er nummer én, du er nummer to
Du har en masse Guds arbejde at gøre
[Kor]
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi vil synge i en regeringstid af pennies
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi vil svinge i forklædning af Bevies
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi tager ingen lort fra ingen chulas
Vi tager fat i dem alle af HOO-har
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi danser i frihedens felter
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi vil knuse dem love, fordi vi ikke har brug for dem
I tyverne
I tyverne (tyverne)
Helt til trediverne
[Kor]
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi vil synge i en regeringstid af pennies
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi vil svinge i forklædning af Bevies
Vi bliver smooching på fødderne af DA Rustah
I tyverne (tyverne)
Vi sliber i en bunke af moolah