Gorillaz

[MF Doom]
Slow it down some
No split, clown bum
Your gold hit sound dumb
Older now, crown him
Where you found them at? Got around town
Could of drowned in it
Would of floated, bloated, voted
Sugar-coated, loaded hip shooter
Draw for the poor
Free coffee at the banks
Hit through the straw
None more for me, thanks
That blanks the raw
That dank sure stank lit
Sank passed the pit for more hardcore prank spit
Crank it on blast, roll past Front Street
Blew the whole spot like some old ass with skunk meat
These kids is too fast, juiced off a junk treat
Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat?
[Hook: Damon Albarn] 2X
Something started today
Where did it go? What you want it to be?
Well you know, November has come
When it's gone away
[MF Doom]