sometimes i hate you 
wanna punch in your skull 
but then you do something 
that's so pitiful 

but i don't need a cue ball 
to figure out the mess in my head 

cause if 
you're thinking bout filling a bucket 
it don't matter if you're black or red 

i know we're supposed to be 
destroying the sun 
but if i could fill a quadrant 
that might be fun 

and i know i'm sounding desperate 
but can i get it in before we're all dead ? 

cause if 
you're thinking bout filling a bucket 
it don't matter if you're black or red 

i am tired of this waiting 
why am i so alone ? 
i don't want to play victim 
to the imperial drone 
you could be my kismesis 
you could be my matesprit  [bad word]  let's fill up a bucket 
make this quadrant legit 

you can tell me that you pity me 
or pin me down, insult me instead 

cause if 
you're thinking bout filling a bucket 
it don't matter if you're black or red 

and if 
you're thinking bout repping my quadrants 
it don't matter if you're black or red 

i said if you're thinking bout sloppy makeouts 
it don't matter if you're black or red