So let's go back to the Caddy won't slow down, go down
    Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down
    3 dollars to get inside
    LBC flying high tonight
    I need a pleasure release sort of like masturbation
    Yeah, that LBC kick, my malignant fascination with sensation
    It grows, on the mic where I flow
    Hide all your fans cause the shit's about to blow
    I'm gonna stomp, stomp, stomp all the critics
    Cause my lyrics are ideas not finetics
    Reggae-punk-hop will never get tired
    Bring in Adam the Townkrier- Fire!
    Right up in ya, as we continue
    To move the groove that in the end is gonna win ya
    Out, I doubt, no competition
    When I'm on the microphone you listen
    You're missing the point, kid spark the joint
    It's the way that you live, when you're a lucky boy
    This recipe yeah you know me
    This 5-piece band called LBC
    Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
    But my world revolves around me; no it's not conceit
    Just a realization that at first I put myself before you
    So I can stand on my own two feet, right next to thee
    Yeah, LB Confusion is on the mic
    I'm givin props won't stop with the shit you like
    So skip the trip, and spend the night
    Cause I'm believing that the time is right
    L to the B we don't quit
    With the styles of the while in the scene of this outfit
    The 5 of us with this reggae punk child
    Break em on in Stubhystyle
    It's that L dot B dot C dot scene
    Lucky Boys Confusion no we're not from Long Beach
    But from Chicago, we'll make your mind boggle
    If you meet the fungi from Colorado
    Always kicking down with our boys from the Swizzle
    Everybody said our styles would fade and fizzle
    My hair's still skunking don't be perpetrating me
    I've rocking the mic since 1993
    Oh, when I'm frustrated I've got anger in my head
    I think of the relative ease of the life I've led
    So many struggled and died so I may breathe air that's free
    I hope when they look upon me they deem me worthy
    We're just children of this wasted generation
    Trying to make the best of our situation
    So we play our music all night long
    Till everyone will know when they hear this song
    And here we go
    Yes it's that 5 tone Lucky Boy posse
    Pass me the Red Stripe so I can get saucy
    And watch all the girls jiggle-wiggle their hips
    Point to us and they pucker their lips
    This LBC let me tell you what's in store
    We'll play all night if you scream encore
    It's the way we jam
    LBC (Labuck) hits the stage don't try to compete
    Ryan sits down and lays down the beat
    Adam steps up and he matches the groove
    Joe kicks the lead and J starts to move
    Bop chicks do their off beat phish dance
    420 Geeks try to make room
    Carlito's getting naked and we're dancing, we're dancing
    This is one from the Townkrier, come to get you higher
    Happy to engage in the smoke like a fire
    Boom! Come on and make room
    Cause I'm hookin up the audible shroom, are you a buyer
    Shit, god damn, what's the plan, here's the plan
    Get high, get by any way I can
    I drop the flow you drop the flavor
    Kick the bassline just ask the neighbor