Spose, Jary - Metal Band lyrics
[Spose, Jary - Metal Band lyrics]
So dark, so ominous so scary, in a way, um
But so absolutely beautiful
I'll have the performative poems that make
'em board up their home
And make the sound guy stop
Watchin' porn on his phone
Hey! Welcome to the shit show
One little hiccup
Give us all your money, put 'em up
It's a stick-up
Every time we rock, official highway robbery
Your mom and sisters wanna
Have a five-way probably
I'm not even a rapper, even I'm a nomaly
Started doin' all this rhymin' on
The side of my assignments
Back in the day when Mars Volta
Molded out of At Thе Drive-In
Now kaleidoscopic objects doin' dancеs
On my eyelids jarv, what is happening?
(The rhythmic monster) it's a revolt
I said to put all their hands
In the air and they did, it's a cult
I said to burn all the shit to the ground
Do it now 'cause I'm tired of bein' adult
Fuck the world and it's miserable dad
Rob 'em for their cryptocurrency
And digital cash
Pay to play, this song is a long
Unskippable ad
You want the swagger of a cripple, Mitchel?
(Triple the bag)
Got some new exaggerations for the
Back and the front
Welcome to sunny Wells, Maine, Jarv
Pass me the (Er)
Back medicine raps as back then
When you had to rap better
Than ass for cash settlements
If we're not funky as passin'
Gas in assless chaps
Then I think that that acid tab's settin' in
And the methamphetamine, 802 and 207 legends
No, not them again, tubular and excellent
Came to give you sex again
Came to get the checks again
Canadians and Mexicans, ladies and gentlemen!
Ladies and gentlemen
I mean bitches and germs
I got this mic in my clutches
And until this is adjourned
I'm 'bout to burn y'all
Why? Because I am the judge
I'm swingin' my gavel
Hittin' yo' chick in the nuts what's up
Idiots? Back to your scheduled program
And no man broke hearin' hoes with toe jam
The slow jam slammin' like
A chrome hand cannon
Recoilin', everybody wonder where the
Boy has been i'm makin' noise again, that's
All that matters, right?
If you are what you eat then
I'm a vagina with an appetite
Ugh, now that's one hell of a sound bite
I really don't know what the fuck he
Be talkin' about but it sounds tight, uh huh
Yeah, whatever fam me and my man, Spose
Will join forces and form a metal band
I'll be wearin' spandex
Singin' for alternative chicks
And officially what's up? How you doin'
Beautiful? 'bout a medium
I could ease your pain if
You consider buyin' my CD, hun
I will be the one to make you
Feel empowered and proud of it
If you'd just give me some money for
Some bud and a bag of chips
Uh, it's the vagabond, padawans, tattle on
Rappin' as if I were tryin'
To battle Mickey Avalon
Sound the alarms, we about to get busy
I go berserk and burn down your whole city
Bitch!
All the Wells town councilmen
Wanna smack the shit out of 'em
'cause we don't ever shut the fuck up
And the Windsor PD's always lookin' at me
But they have yet to make a successful buck
We've got a hundred milligrams of
Fans from Jersey to Japan
And they're yellin' in the stands
"Get rich!" bitch, bring it to eleven
Get the ball licky drippin' on your titties
We about to get licked, oh!
666 or whatever
I was like, "Oh, wow, that's cool"
I was like, "What is that?"
And he goes, "Oh, it's this band
My-my older brother listens to 'em
But so absolutely beautiful
I'll have the performative poems that make
'em board up their home
And make the sound guy stop
Watchin' porn on his phone
Hey! Welcome to the shit show
One little hiccup
Give us all your money, put 'em up
It's a stick-up
Every time we rock, official highway robbery
Your mom and sisters wanna
Have a five-way probably
I'm not even a rapper, even I'm a nomaly
Started doin' all this rhymin' on
The side of my assignments
Back in the day when Mars Volta
Molded out of At Thе Drive-In
Now kaleidoscopic objects doin' dancеs
On my eyelids jarv, what is happening?
(The rhythmic monster) it's a revolt
I said to put all their hands
In the air and they did, it's a cult
I said to burn all the shit to the ground
Do it now 'cause I'm tired of bein' adult
Fuck the world and it's miserable dad
Rob 'em for their cryptocurrency
And digital cash
Pay to play, this song is a long
Unskippable ad
You want the swagger of a cripple, Mitchel?
(Triple the bag)
Got some new exaggerations for the
Back and the front
Welcome to sunny Wells, Maine, Jarv
Pass me the (Er)
Back medicine raps as back then
When you had to rap better
Than ass for cash settlements
If we're not funky as passin'
Gas in assless chaps
Then I think that that acid tab's settin' in
And the methamphetamine, 802 and 207 legends
No, not them again, tubular and excellent
Came to give you sex again
Came to get the checks again
Canadians and Mexicans, ladies and gentlemen!
Ladies and gentlemen
I mean bitches and germs
I got this mic in my clutches
And until this is adjourned
I'm 'bout to burn y'all
Why? Because I am the judge
I'm swingin' my gavel
Hittin' yo' chick in the nuts what's up
Idiots? Back to your scheduled program
And no man broke hearin' hoes with toe jam
The slow jam slammin' like
A chrome hand cannon
Recoilin', everybody wonder where the
Boy has been i'm makin' noise again, that's
All that matters, right?
If you are what you eat then
I'm a vagina with an appetite
Ugh, now that's one hell of a sound bite
I really don't know what the fuck he
Be talkin' about but it sounds tight, uh huh
Yeah, whatever fam me and my man, Spose
Will join forces and form a metal band
I'll be wearin' spandex
Singin' for alternative chicks
And officially what's up? How you doin'
Beautiful? 'bout a medium
I could ease your pain if
You consider buyin' my CD, hun
I will be the one to make you
Feel empowered and proud of it
If you'd just give me some money for
Some bud and a bag of chips
Uh, it's the vagabond, padawans, tattle on
Rappin' as if I were tryin'
To battle Mickey Avalon
Sound the alarms, we about to get busy
I go berserk and burn down your whole city
Bitch!
All the Wells town councilmen
Wanna smack the shit out of 'em
'cause we don't ever shut the fuck up
And the Windsor PD's always lookin' at me
But they have yet to make a successful buck
We've got a hundred milligrams of
Fans from Jersey to Japan
And they're yellin' in the stands
"Get rich!" bitch, bring it to eleven
Get the ball licky drippin' on your titties
We about to get licked, oh!
666 or whatever
I was like, "Oh, wow, that's cool"
I was like, "What is that?"
And he goes, "Oh, it's this band
My-my older brother listens to 'em