(Verse 1)
Generation made of the rabbit furries
I need to smell the rabbits furries
We are the next boys to make you panic
My fat belly is tool and manic
My electronic lightsaber cutting the toys
I have to disappointed in you but you have no choice
Control my eggs into a dirty eggs
Nobody complains to me and swelling my legs
The moments of the whole generation obsessive
Look like I'm gonna hunt the eggs obsessive
I'll break the eggs in the last wisdom
I'm ready to pray to the whole system

(Hook)
I wish I don't wanna love the wicked people
I hope to tell the Jesus on wicked people (X4)

(Bridge)
I don't really get involve the nasty people
The spirits of wicked underground by the evil
Manic depression is sad and disgraceful
You know me then you have ya painful (X2)

(Hook)
(Bridge)