This is a song about "Mega city busy town"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I mega-sword her with my megazord, i'm godzilla, you stegosaurus.

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Pretending it counts, offending the town

Telling me that its my town.

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Man but this ain't no sign language

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

But he was to busy falling

So if it comes down, may the best man win

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

The good kid from the ugly city

So when the mouth is busy