[Verse 1: Bandit Killa]
It's retro time, so let's get it right
I can't write a rhyme, so fuck feeling fine
Wanna get retro? Raging bones in all these hoes
Yeah I got a phone but I left it at home
It comes in a bag, it drags like a nut sack
Coke's in the back with hookers on crack
My hair is greasy, they call me grease
My girl is sleazy, she got coke sneeze

[Verse 2: Sideshow The King]
Duran Duran on my walkman
Bumpin' that 80's beat with my inherent vice
And no I'm never fucking nice, for you I got some good advice
You should take your telephone chord and wrap it around your neck twice
Spilling my cocaine, falling out my track pants
Back at my high school every dudes name is Lance
Went to the prom and snorted blow
The jam was Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money
Snorted coke, and now I'm bout to start a fight

[Verse 3: Bandit Killa]
Palm trees galore, look there's a whore
I got glass floors, rocking 84
My Ferrari is tight, it shines at night
Tall hair height, so let's start a fight
Peel on the wheel and there's a double kill
Blood on the bumper and on the windshield
I'm a big fighter, I watch Night Rider
Neon's brighter, I rock my clothes tighter

[Verse 4: Sideshow The King]
Mind state fucked up at the arcade
Mind state slapped solid with this tall fade
Token got jammed in the machine
Total Carnage mixed with some Rampage
Hit the boardwalk and these ladies looking mean
I got a couple bottles in me, I'm a coke machine
I look like sloth from the Goonies mixed with Elliot from E.T
At the dinner eating, fucking with these stranger things
My life is so fucked up, now my life is on the fucking skids
Sitting watching Nickelodeon with these fucking Cosby kids

[Hook]
In touch with the ground, I'm on the hunt down
I'm retro as fuck, bumping this sound
This city is slept up, better to check up
Sticking your neck up, you can't fucking get up

[Bridge]
Yo, I'm a nice guy, sweat pants, hi-fi
Fuck your high five, roll by and I'm high
We them boys your bitch is banging through her ear buds
At the function, in the sky like Duck Hunt

[Verse 5: Bandit Killa]
Zebra Stripes, and funky ass tights
Party all night and stare at laser lights
Wear aviators, and popping simulators
Solar navigator, avoid alligators
Like hair bands and all the glam
Say I'm a fake fan, I don't give a damn
8 bit games, and porn star fame
Habit too tame, slick cocaine

[Verse 6: Sideshow The King]
Bitch, I'm retro, raging bones in all hoes
Nintendo flow, shoes broken fitted toes
Adidas Trackies, I'm trap rapping at the track meet
No rap sheet, high jump, I'm no athlete
They say your boy is sick, that's okay, that's how I'm living
Get it how I give it, this is 80's fucking living
Coke splattered mirror, Freddy Krueger mural on my wall
Call me a fucking bitch
I'll page your bitch the memo of my balls

[Hook]
In touch with the ground, I'm on the hunt down
I'm retro as fuck, bumping this sound
This city is slept up, better to check up
Sticking your neck up, you can't fucking get up