[Intro] (Static... heartbeat... detuned guitar feedback) WHAT?! YEAH!! TURN IT UP!! First they're sour... Then they're gone... [Verse 1] Sour Patch Kids in the palm of my hand Sweet after the bite, now I stick to the plan. Got the whole pit jumping like the floor ain't bolted Every single verse got the speakers overloaded. Y'all so sour, better check your damn face Always talking big but you're stuck in one place. Bitter little bars with the flavor all dead, I'm a full-course feast you stale white bread. Crack another bag while I crank this distortion, Every single riff causing seismic proportions. Necks snap back when the breakdown lands, I don't need luck I command these fans. [Pre-Chorus] SOUR... SWEET... BREAK... BEAT... You can hate... You can doubt... I'm still blowing every speaker out! [Chorus] FUCK THESE SOUR ASS RAPPERS! Always crying, always acting! I'm a Sour Patch menace Every track a chain reaction! BITE DOWN! TURN IT LOUD! Shake the whole damn underground! Sweet revenge after the sting Watch the whole damn venue swing! [Verse 2] You taste like lemons left out in the rain, I'm gasoline mixed with a runaway train. Y'all recycle flows till they're brittle and cracked, I build earthquakes every time I attack. Candy coated villain with a venomous grin, Break another record before y'all begin. All that fake tough talk? I don't buy the disguise I'm dropping meteor hooks from the hell in the skies. Double-kick drums with the guitars screaming, Crowd going feral while your streams stop breathing. This ain't luck, this is built from the fire, Every hook climbing higher and higher. [Breakdown] GET UP! SOUR! PATCH! KIDS! BITE! BACK! IF YOU CAME TO HATE GET OUT THE WAY! IF YOU CAME TO MOSH THEN BREAK THE STAGE! [Final Chorus] FUCK THESE SOUR ASS RAPPERS! I'm the sugar after thunder! Every riff another lightning strike Tear the whole scene asunder! Sour Patch in my pocket Chaos in my soul! Turn the amps to eleven NOW WE'RE OUT OF CONTROL!
