Extra, extra read all about it
You betcha' I'm boutta feel some profound shit
The rollercoaster we're beginning to climb it
Looks like there's no backing out now bitches

Holy frickin' moly
I guess I was not aware that
The ground could be much farther
I'm not scared

Okay, slightly, maybe a little
Oh fuck it, what's the worst that could happen?

Benny boy's back and he's here to spit sick shit
Depending what your definition of well written lyrics is
And I'd probably cry if I didn't tell you why
I'm afraid of confrontation so you can call me Shyguy

Little bit o' this and a little bit a' that
And a lotta bing bang boom biddidy bap!
I'm flyin' off the coast of this Collision Coaster
Call me Comedy Central; essential roaster

I've got a lotta phrases but not much time to say them
These lyrics sound like someone split the atom then ate them

Oh yeah, alright, give me a sign
I'll lose my goddamn (mega)mind
Waiting for signs, so don't gimme that
House arrest, heart attack, I'm ready to roll

Give me one more reason and I'll eat this mic whole
I'm talkin' bout that fucking electricity, force of nature
Goin' 120 just to find the answers, not on the road
This is a rollercoaster! I'm not a boaster, I'm afraid of toasters but

This G-Force that I feel right now
Makes me wish that I could show you how
You might search for a rush but it's hard to find without
Goin' down a coaster track about Mach nine

At least we'll never crash
These coasts will not collide but
I still can't shake this funny feeling deep inside of me

Oh me oh my, no, I haven't felt the same
Since that rollercoaster ride....