The pipers, the vipers, the snakes
Got to peel you down
The conflict you pull down your hate
Your fate

But you linguine back a rainbow
I plugged it in your brain, man

I gotta right
I gotta right

I gotta right
I gotta right

I see they got a lot of you in mind
I start of rat yeah
Little bodies want you to know

I gotta right
Gotta right