If I push ahh, push chaa, push doba
What's going to change, doba, will be fixed
Doba, in my thinking it's going to mess up
If I were king, I'd mop the hallways
With ten masters to file my fangs
God's truth and rights for my own
If I push ah, push chaa, push doba

I've been dreaming of a lightning bolt that
I snack on the rules so that
I say whatever I want without thinking
That ten bastards want to restrict my freedom
My freedom, my freedom, my freedom

I wish I were a bro of the pro tamari
But this fucker won't let me do my thing
Shit, fuck, sin, death, sex, drugs, rape
I rhyme it in English because then there's no problem

For you, I came and cursed the truth
That it has its demon
That comes and parades it

I've been dreaming of a lightning bolt that
I snack on the rules so that
I say whatever I want without thinking
That a thousand bastards want to restrict my freedom
My freedom, my freedom, my freedom

I've been dreaming of a lightning bolt that
I snack on the rules so that
I say whatever I want without thinking
That a thousand bastards want to restrict my freedom
My freedom, my freedom, my freedom

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