Phonebook Lyrics

I got baggy pants, I got crazy trees,
I got things in my pocket that you can't believe,
I know what I want and I want it know,
Fuck the intellectual mega wow.

I don't wanna sleep, I just wanna fight,
Fight in the night, no chill delight,
I wanna stay in the bush and feel the rush,
The made up drugs and petty violence.

They always come here with the mega art forms,
I wanna feed 'em with progressive trance storms,
I got rave sticks in my ears and I've been
Sticking glow bombs on them for years.

Even though it never seems to work,
I have to keep on working to the deform the jerk,
He's got a psilo full of crazy beats and
I am here to represent the Swedish fetus.