Music: S. Binzer - B. Mazur - D. Miller

Lyrics: S. Binzer - B. Mazur

Catch a fire, fire it up.

Corrupt, stirring it up.

Its burning hot, drifting,

Hitting every slot,

With a drop kick, its toxic.

Ive lost it.

And thats the only way that we rock shit.

Banging heads and ripping threads.

If I wasnt rocking shows,

Id be better off dead.

With a one, two.

One word can destroy your whole crew.

And thats toxic.

CHORUS:

Toxic, loud and obnoxious.

Crazy Towns toxic.

With that, rock your block

Shit.

Toxic, popping more lip.

We love to talk shit.

Rocking your block with that.

Straight out the block shit.

Toxic.

A Buddha, ballistic.

Blacklisted, twist of fate.

My vocals fatal.

As naughty block concoctions

Rock your cradle.

I thought Id wait til

The timing was right,

To ignite,

Cause people like me

We only come out at night.

I rock the main line

And party with fine bitches.

Which is a dirty job

But somebodys got to do it.

So, whos the crew with?

More hos than vivid.

So, f**k the critics.

We leave them hanging

Like INXS.

CHORUS

Toxic thresholds of

Colombian gold.

You cant roll how we roll.

We possess your soul

And push the panic.

Is it godly or satanic?

Toxic or organic?

Manic minds refined or frantic.

Just the way we planned it.

See, we be stomping around

The planet.

And we stand alone.

We infiltrate your chromosomes

No clone.

Our DNA has got a strain

Of its own.

And its toxic.

CHORUS