Underground Sex Party

[Intro]
Blood, fat and sugar

[Verse 1: Kistoff Krane]
I'm a selfish, trendy, messy swindler
Impostor, con man, trash filling
Forgive me, I was thumbing to the melting pot
TO cooking in the kitchen, addicted to blood, fat and sugar
Yeah, and I'm carving out the cattle black
Cold in the middle of a telescope, broke
Paying no mind to the stars, trying to sell my soul
Cause in the actions of culture there can not be a corporate shot, no

[Verse 2: Guante]
Are drugs still edgy?
If so, I’ll do ‘em all, I’ve done ‘em all
I follow all the most famous bloggers on Twitter
RT everything, anything to get my following bigger
Team followback, ain’t nobody callin’ that bluff
‘cause son my day glo hoodie zips all the way up
Um, I sell drugs to celebrities
Um, I’m a sexy teenage vampire
Um, they played this song in a KIA commercial
Yeah I got that fire
It’s only 99 cents, I mean it’s free, I mean fuck it
I’ll pay you five dollars to love it
And love me and like me on Facebook and really though
I’m just tryin’ to tap in to what the fans and the critics know
And if we shoot this as a video
Big Cats will be played by a stripper

[Hook: Guante]
What’s hot right now
Is already out of fashion
So give me a hyena on a leash
Surgically implanted sunglasses
A cosign from an 80s icon
A ravenous scenester army
A multicultural crew of supermodels
An underground sex party

[Verse 3: Guante]
Triple Rock, two for ones
Lampin’, askin’ young people what they do for fun
It’s Minneapolis by any measurement
Everyone in the crowd looks like Jeremy Messersmith
Huh, does a local celebrity count as a pop culture reference?
Better ask Twitter
Oooh we should make that a meme
Quick Google me a jpeg of the city’s skyline silhouette
I’ll follow you forever if you Tumblr it
It’s amazing just how viral this culture is
I’m on the grind, I’m all in
When I’m on a blind date I always ask what her draw is
It’s flirty, a little bit dirty
If production values ain’t high, it don’t concern me
Oh my god, I’m almost 30
If this song doesn’t get me on the Current, I’ll kill myself

[Hook: Guante]
What’s hot right now
Is already out of fashion
So tattoo my eyeballs
Inject the internet into my balls
A cosign from a former reality star
Your A&R, he’s leavin’ with us
My fifteen minutes isn't up yet
They haven’t even begun

[Verse 4: Guante]
Let's start a fight club
Let’s start yet another indie music blog
Let’s go to spyhouse
If vulnerability is still in
Let’s reminisce and drink and then cry our eyes out
And if it’s not let’s leave it at that
And spend more time writin’ press releases than raps
Reality and perception, would make the perfect mashup
If I could just get the tempos to match up, it’s bad luck
Let’s beg and grovel
Let’s write a dystopian YA novel
Let’s put air in a bottle and sell it
Let’s make all the cool kids jealous
I just wanna be in the lead
So everyone can point their RPGs right at me
I’m never droppin’ the act
I could be myself, but who’s paying ten dollars for that?

[Hook: Guante]
What’s hot right now
Is already out of fashion
Give me the spotlight, it’s my turn
I can’t wait until it starts to burn
Sell me to myself, give me tomorrow in a magazine
And we can make my legend grow
I just got my MySpace page the way I like it
Hey, where did everybody go?