Get on with the mornin' fun,
They'll be spittin' when the seething comes.
Catching the next of kin,
And then we catch his evil twin, again .

Hittin' 'em with shock and dismay,
Watching them hide out all day.
Ooo, I'm not quittin' 'til their clocks out to stay,
Racin' time.

Don't let that homo gouge ya,
This is more than frisky play.
None of 'em I'd give two bits for,
If you feel lucky, go 'head make my day.

So we'll keep hittin' 'em with shock and dismay,
Watching them hide out all day.
Ooo, I'm not quittin' 'til their clocks out to stay,
Racin' time.

Look, these guys got lice and mange,
Everything's so mundane and lame.
It's so hard to tell what tent people will do,
So we'll place their remains for claim, yes.

Sittin' here sortin' through bones,
All this bonieness will turn ya to stone.
Takes two thousand watts of ohms,
Just to turn their bones to foam.

So we'll keep Hittin' 'em with shock and dismay,
Watching them hide out all day.
Ooo, I'm not quittin' 'til their clocks out to stay,
Racin' time.