This is a song about "Myths"

We're educating with myths

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"

I also have a cutie to call

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

But fuck these myths, because the illuminati as a whole,

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

So here i am at the store for some chips

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths