is full of shit, crack A smile feeling proud, forever young, shoot The breeze, taste the chocolate coated hype, The Optik kids will never cry over little White lies
stolen hearts, feeling Flat, born to take like house thieves, Mr. Crispy, straight edge, we're full of Taste like ice cream, sugar skulls, Copyright Extra Kool
Extra Kool, your Telling fibs, may the Lord he strike you down, Rob you blind and break your ribs, not to cry Little kids, I'm only here to tell you lies