Invincible

[Verse 1: Jonny 5]
Every weekend people drinking and drinking until they sink and drown
Now I'm blinking - wow - thinking, "How'd this ever happen?"
A generation trapped in the mental state of white hat men
And women emanating out of retraction
Giving those snubs lip pro thugs and giving those drugs to stoners
Standard antidotes to be a loner
They want immediate boners until they jerk each other off
Need imagination donors to put food in the trough
We got a lot of different Legos in our life's landscape
But everybody on the planet builds the same damn shape
All you're makin' is a snake from a bucket of Play-Doh
And while I'm getting down, you yellin' "Fuck it" it and layin' low
Now I'm sneaking through the creek and peeking deep into the shore
Playin' hide-and-seek and you're so weak, you're behind the door
See with the [?] store
So the majority of the population's thoroughly bored
I try to rap about [?] laugh
And sure, I do crazy shit before I find my collapse
Yeah, some comic book shit, it doesn't make any sense
But when I'm staring at the sun, I want more than [?]

[Verse 2: Jonny 5 and Mr Menace]
Specialize in wordplay, adjectives and verbs, they
Double up your present like it was Christmas on your birthday
Blowing out candles, making a wish
Too many vandals taking our dish
Your rhyme driving, [?] or a sandbox
Flobots [command?] rocks, trees and water to leave you landlocked
So you can call us Eritrea or Kuwait
We state backs and compound multiple layers
Of aesthetics, audio files and cybernetics
Yahktoe's got more tracks than athletics
Regularly blowing in the street like Venice
I'm Johnny, yo, and I'm Mr Menace

[Verse 3: Mr Menace]
Who's this fire starting child prodigy?
It ought to be known this [dewberry's one?] screaming banshee
I be treating [?] with liposuction, taking fat
Most people want me like an ass you can't tap
I turn your average doodle to my dottle in a hobble
And I come hard like a 90-year-old man with a Playboy model
I proclaim us the new style for the ages
Lurking in the shadow with face kick like Johnny Cages
Even Mr Miagi, your [blows?] can't get your wax on
Hard to beat the Flobots, like the third level of Zaxxon
The facts on our rap is that we rule like Queen's Dynasty
Fuck [thinking?] Jacks, you know who the world's finest be
Minus me from hip-hop equation, you got nothing
Cause I'm something special, like an oven-fresh muffin
Keep your huffing like the Little Train That Could
Why is it a waved white flag to be misunderstood?
Then battle me and in more glory than your mother's [anus?]
Stare down the barrel, I'll make you famous