"The Pylons" lyrics

Oh, we caught a live one! Oh, we caught a live one
Oh, we caught a live one! Fuck it I'ma light one
Ain't a better hill to die on, better hill to die on
Mothafuckin' shadow like, what the fuck I gotta hide from?

Put you on the B-Side, jack, it's the other side that I want
Floatin' off the ground, jack
Swingin' from a powerline, swingin' from the pylons
I land and never make a sound
That paper sad oi, faker than a tabloid
See me mad, you don't wanna get to that point
I don't like a muthafucka if he actin' mad coy
I'ma stick a 57 FN in a Frat Boy
I'ma kick it 'til it kickstart! Fuck it I'ma pretend that I don't wanna cut into your hand
Rip it into six parts
I got a plan, I'm gonna hop in the van, a bomb inside of the engine
Drive and crash into the Quick Mart
Irony, I'm only feelin' healthy when my bucks fat
Playin' with my profit, you get buried, you could trust that
I was with the zombies thumbin' paper with the undead
Keep ya broad, I got the Bloody Mary givin' dumb head
Got no manners, missed the hammer now my thumb red
Pretty colors all I see inside my blunt head
We don't take demands, I mean I ain't heard what the chump said
Shit got outta hand, he kick the can and now the chump dead

Oh, we caught a live one! Oh, we caught a live one
Oh, we caught a live one! Fuck it I'ma light one
Ain't a better hill to die on, better hill to die on
Mothafuckin' shadow like, what the fuck I gotta hide from?