Hat Back Lyrics

Personal fact or challenge?

Challenge

Affirmative You are challenged to obtain a hat from a human

I beg for your pardon… how will we locate a human with such a contract?

Follow through regardless

I highly disapprove of this; has the recollection of the previous occurrence eluded your memory?

It is statistically improbable that our interaction will be with someone of a similar nature

Which guarantees its existence in at least one timeline!

Would you rather a personal fact?

Negative Very well; I shall obtain a human's hat

Aha; down by the train tracks in the forest clearing! I view a human of 18 years lying on his back wearing a hat! I will attempt telekenisis

Ah it wiggles but the weight of his head on the ground precludes its removal

Alas; I will manually obtain

Success!

Make haste! You have caught the human's attention!

Yeah

Hitting up the track

Got my back

Got my hat racked

Waiting on the other motherfuckers

to give that back

Really wanna have another filly

but I can't afford her

Nah I'm kidding

I just wanna get

My fucking snap back

Whack!

Hit 'em in the face

Hit 'em like that

He don't wanna be there

When I'm whacking

Him up like that

All he's gotta do

Is give my

Motherfucken hat back

Snap

Like that

Or you're gonna

Get your face whacked

Smack!

Whack!

Tie him to the train tracks

Wait a little second

'Till you start to hear the train tracks

Rumble

Grumble

Now I hear him mumble

There's only gonna be

Another second 'till he's dead

Splat!

Flat!

Yo

Lying on the train tracks

His body's cut in half

'Cause he didn't give the hat back

All them body parts

Severed all across the train tracks

All because he

Didn't give my

Motherfucking hat back

My life-force is terminating!

I must retrieve my comrade!

Abstain from my aid; you will suffer the same fate!

It was my insistence that precluded your demise; I must attempt to rectify

Yeah

Snap!

Insane

Messing up the membrane

In rain

In pain

Pulling up the same lame

Cover on your other

Motherfucken fakey Nike jumper

'Cause you wanna

Cover up the

Fucken mess

I put you under

Bitch!

Shit

I just made you

Fucken slip

Your head smashed hard

On the motherfucken

Ground you prick

You try to walk away

But I grab you

By your fucken wrist

Do a flip

Break a rib

Now you're fucken dead you prick

Lying on the ground

Blood

Mud

Like a fucken spud

Young gun

Nah more so

Just a fucken dud

Tried to have some fun

Thought of one

Really stupid dumbarse idea

Oh dear

Now it's all clear

You and the other cunt

Went and racked my hat

Ya munt

How far did that get ya

'Cause now all I see

Is two dead cunts

Try'na rip the hat

Off the lad

With the bad attitude

Look at you

Now you're through

But I have my hat