I pass it than Put the trash in cans Rapping till it's clapping hands Stripper do the magic dance It's no happenstance That I'm tapping fans from the back While I'm stacking bands Then we cracking jokes then we slapping hands Bring it back again Read between the lines when the chapter ends Then I shock the world like the static man By moving back to the lavish land Follow everything I stand by I'm happy not a tragic man