Freeced, Freshy Kanal - Billy Butcher vs. Syndrome (The Boys vs. The Incredibles) lyrics
Freshy Kanal
[Freeced, Freshy Kanal - Billy Butcher vs. Syndrome The Boys vs. The Incredibles lyrics]
Who de we have here?
Brooding old man in a trench coat
Lookin' like he came to study
For a Rorschach test! No
I read your comics to be honest Fidel Castro
I almost got a papercut
On all that fucking edge, bro
You're not dangerous
You make your pals repay favors
And take all the risk then don't
Let them go
I guess you must crack a few eggs
And break off a new friendship
To end up with Frenchie Toast
Oh, you sly dog you got me rapping triplets
But dissing you fills me with pity
Cuz I can tеll it must eat you
Alive knowing Homelandеr
And your dear misses got busy
Oi! Cunt! That means you, Jimmy Neutron
The douche who needs his goons
To help him get his super-suit on
Move off, or do one!
I can tell you screw with machines
Too odd how you're powerless
And still have yet to lose your V
My men dispense of supes
You suck them off to sell ya' toys
If we were a group of pussies
We'd be the incredi-boys
You lost to a baby, mate
I wouldn't have that
Personally, I'd cock and aim him
At your face like " Gat, gat"
Let me take a butcher's at that accent
Who're they kidding
You're only here cause Amazon
Couldn't get Hugh Jackman with
Two day shipping
I take out supes like an egg drop
Carried out big league plans
While my face popped pimples
Never let age stop me
From tanking an old dude
Too hirsute for a tank top
You take out supes like a- Wait, stop
As much as you hate Vought
You ain't got people who know
How to take shots following a man who's
An absent dad as a day job
And I know you were born in hell
But at least you got a story to tell
How you came back home and
Daddy still
Blood stains from your poor little
Brother's corpse on his belt
But I don't understand all the drama
Your son's hanging with his old
Man and his mama he sees in you what you saw
In the hands of your papa
Wow, now you got a whole family of trauma!
Age bars off an actual boomer
Tech skills couldn't put bags in a hoover
My drunk father would guess
This cunt's password
Faster then you could be rude in
The back of an Uber
Man's stupid, ain't gonna do shit
Man's been a square like a rubix's
They won't lend you an ear
When you're putting on airs
With the hair of an used up Q Tip
If you're ethical, then I beg to know
Who the hell in Metroville paid for it
The way you settle scores is a metaphor
For what the fucking state of the nation is
It's incredibly stupid, you quell the supes
And claim their powers are ableists
Another crazy kid who's been
Wasting days with a parasocial relationship
I'm appalled that this poor twat
Can't perform as a support act
Even after his false dad
Used this wharf rat as a doormat
If you don't wanna suffer burnout
Don't be such a fucking star
Keep on whinging all you want
You'll never measure up to par
Brooding old man in a trench coat
Lookin' like he came to study
For a Rorschach test! No
I read your comics to be honest Fidel Castro
I almost got a papercut
On all that fucking edge, bro
You're not dangerous
You make your pals repay favors
And take all the risk then don't
Let them go
I guess you must crack a few eggs
And break off a new friendship
To end up with Frenchie Toast
Oh, you sly dog you got me rapping triplets
But dissing you fills me with pity
Cuz I can tеll it must eat you
Alive knowing Homelandеr
And your dear misses got busy
Oi! Cunt! That means you, Jimmy Neutron
The douche who needs his goons
To help him get his super-suit on
Move off, or do one!
I can tell you screw with machines
Too odd how you're powerless
And still have yet to lose your V
My men dispense of supes
You suck them off to sell ya' toys
If we were a group of pussies
We'd be the incredi-boys
You lost to a baby, mate
I wouldn't have that
Personally, I'd cock and aim him
At your face like " Gat, gat"
Let me take a butcher's at that accent
Who're they kidding
You're only here cause Amazon
Couldn't get Hugh Jackman with
Two day shipping
I take out supes like an egg drop
Carried out big league plans
While my face popped pimples
Never let age stop me
From tanking an old dude
Too hirsute for a tank top
You take out supes like a- Wait, stop
As much as you hate Vought
You ain't got people who know
How to take shots following a man who's
An absent dad as a day job
And I know you were born in hell
But at least you got a story to tell
How you came back home and
Daddy still
Blood stains from your poor little
Brother's corpse on his belt
But I don't understand all the drama
Your son's hanging with his old
Man and his mama he sees in you what you saw
In the hands of your papa
Wow, now you got a whole family of trauma!
Age bars off an actual boomer
Tech skills couldn't put bags in a hoover
My drunk father would guess
This cunt's password
Faster then you could be rude in
The back of an Uber
Man's stupid, ain't gonna do shit
Man's been a square like a rubix's
They won't lend you an ear
When you're putting on airs
With the hair of an used up Q Tip
If you're ethical, then I beg to know
Who the hell in Metroville paid for it
The way you settle scores is a metaphor
For what the fucking state of the nation is
It's incredibly stupid, you quell the supes
And claim their powers are ableists
Another crazy kid who's been
Wasting days with a parasocial relationship
I'm appalled that this poor twat
Can't perform as a support act
Even after his false dad
Used this wharf rat as a doormat
If you don't wanna suffer burnout
Don't be such a fucking star
Keep on whinging all you want
You'll never measure up to par