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.