This is a song about "The sugar act"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

I'd rather act the part

See, and now life seem hard

The act thrills all of my senses

The tables are turned i can't take this

In the act, when i extract,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Thought after the peace we could all just act in defeat,

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

I'm everything that they call nice

I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last