[L!Z]: So thee clock tells me I’m almost out of time/Seconds run down, prepare for me to blow yr mind
Cos you talk about stuff you don’t comprehend/No Sunlite’s haters want this album to end
But their brains are drained like thee Cookie Jar/Stealing someone’s creation won’t take you that far
Basement beats ‘n’ homegrown talent/We surpass yr poppy sounds in every extent
In Tha Studio is where qualities at/Yr radio won’t find our tunes easy to combat
NSFTM don’t need no awards/Just love, spread, embrace these DUNGEON RECORDS

[Math]: $Oh! No! It’s getting to that time…
They’re going to ask you a Question$
“Why do you break yr legs?”
Every time I break my legs people ask me
“Why do you break yr legs?”
Legs are breaking, no injury faking/Crutches are making yr mouth gaping
Asking thee same query I hear each time/Is conversation so bleary that I must reply?
All thee more reason to gossip about me/“Oh! Poor boy, yr bike ran into a tree
Oh my, oh dear me, I’m sorry, Golly Gee!/Skip-diddly-flip-flee-blip-blahzey-blee”
Can you speak to me intelligently?/Oh I doubt ‘n’ next time I break ‘em I know what you’ll ask about
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, blahblahblahblahblah…)
“WHY DO YOU BREAK YR LEGS?”/(blahblah…)
You don’t even know that I know that you don’t know
You don’t even know I know…