Slimeville Rise

(yeah) (welcome to the bottom)

Started in the dirt where the shadows grow

Knee-deep in the clay with nowhere to go

Scraping up the pennies in the cold wet night

Dreaming of a day when the green shines bright

Now we rise up,

breaking the mold Turning this mud into solid gold (watch it gleam

now)

(yeah) We going from rags to riches in the sludge Built a

throne out of clay

that won't budge From the deep dark swamp to the high penthouse

Now we running the game,

ruling the house (hahaha)

Silk on the skin but the mud's in the bone Still got

the grit that we built on our own

Diamond-encrusted but we keep it grime No forgetting how we climbed up

the slime

Yeah,

we made it out

Straight out of the mud

To the top of the hill

(we never looking back)