Texty: Lostprophets. Intro '97.

Lost Prophets comin, think about whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna say, we're here to play (all the house too) with your mind body and soul (every day) bitch (every week every year).
(And you know this) but you can't comprehend (Fuck man).
(Fuckin shit) We rise above, we are the new kings. (all night long)
Fuckin shit up, (we don't stop).
Be prepaired (till the break of dawn).
Its all real this time, and I'm out.
It's on now, (yeah) whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna say? (ha)
*whispers* - "Lost Prophets