Strutting down the street with a sneer and a tweet, 
passing by the shanty for some hair to wash your feet

I’m the way, you say, I am the one I am the light
But you pray that your prey won’t make it through the night!

Oh, you're a big big baby, desperate to spread your seed,
 Judging everybody for their every deed.
Your pacifier's bullshit flavored, your diaper's in a knot
A self-proclaimed savior,oh get off your fucking cross.

Big baby boogie in the neon light
Highchair sermon boogers, making a mess and a fight
Magic mirror malice, the writings on the wall,

I’m gonna sack your palace, And I’m gonna have a ball
Your Shirley temple tantrum
OH Chad wants to cause a scene!
Your moral compass spinning like a washing machine.

Check your supremacy self, welcome to my kalpa
Your elf is off his shelf, I’m gonna Omega your alpha


You're the judge and jury, in your playpen court,
Your gavel is a rattle, and your robe's for sport.
Crying out loud when the world doesn't bend,
A big baby story with no twist at the end.
Big baby boogie under disco balls!
Your renovated echo chamber’s got padded walls!
You’re high on your supply but there’s no more demand

So thump your big book and hear my eleventh command

In your crib of contradictions, where you lay your head,
Dreaming up a world where your oppressed and we’re dead

But the lullabies you're singing are more than just askew,
muffled by the baby bottles and your rubber baby spoon.


Big baby boogie
Big baby boogie

Boogie boogie boogie
Boogie boogie boogie

Goochie goochie goochie
Goochie goochie goochie

Goochie goochie GOO
FUCK YOU!
Big baby boogie, can’t you see what you’re doing? You can’t see when your winning that everybody’s losing?
Stealing our peace so now I’ll give you a piece
Of your phony false prophet so I guess that makes you the beast!

Big baby liar!
Get in yo lake of fire!
Now say the magic word and I’ll fetch your funeral pyre

Wearing a suit made out of dollar bills
Your plastic crown, it gives no royal thrills
You tweet from thrones with hands that never toil
But your Midas touch is just a coat of foil


Dance, big baby, dance in your golden shoes
Life’s a game for you that you can only lose

Oh, you technicolor tycoon, in your tower of glass
Shouting down at the masses, while you shake your brass
Electro beat in your chest, dance the digital decree
But we won't follow a fool who's blind to the beat
Screens are glowing, you're Tweeting supreme
But in the silence, can't hear nobody scream