Wax - Bad Company lyrics
[Wax - Bad Company lyrics]
We, unidentified flying object
Ya'll volcanic grade five science project
What are they smokin' oh how I loathe them
I'm the motherfucker that eats the
Butter after your stomach churns
Straight no chaser chuggin' rappers
'til my gullet burns
What a foul mannered guest, yes
Take a minute out of your
Busy schedule to compare
Then put your cap back on and go
Sit back in your dunce chair
And have fun there
Embodying the sentiment that god's unfair
Snatch the mic so fast from your freakin' arm
That the meat rips and your
Hands look like chicken parm'
Make a little sandwich
Have it on a french roll, bagel or a bandage
We're eating all your food
We're treating ya'll so rude
We're bad company well well
We're beating on your door
We're sleeping on your floor
We're bad company
My man E should be gettin' like thirty G's
Every time that he's on the
Boards like QWERTY keys turkey please
The cold lamp make your whole
Camp all surely freeze "Purty please
" rappers saying as they're down
On their dirty knees
Begging for one slice of mercy cheese
We lead 'em to the mouse trap
One sweet taste and the bar comes down, splat
Lay you out flat like a lie
To disrespect your whole mom
That type of guy
Ya'll g-n-a-t, gnat type of fly
We're the type of fly from the movie The Fly
We're supafly
The human eye is too slow to scrutinize
Especially when your brain came in
Extra small stupid size
You freakin' moron you
We've been hocking loogies in
Your chicken cordon bleu timmy
We're eating all your food
We're treating ya'll so rude
We're bad company well well
We're beating on your door
We're sleeping on your floor
We're bad company
You could reside in the north
Or live in the south
It don't matter where you live
We gon' visit your house
Stage dive off your table
Mosh pit on the couch
When we kitchen crowd surfing you'll
Be kicked in the mouth
When the freakin' brown bourbon we
Be sippin' runs out
Every single down person in my
Clique will run out
Cause we all know what time it is
It's time to set fire to your mama's crib
Ya dummy
We're eating all your food
We're treating ya'll so rude
We're bad company well well
We're beating on your door
We're sleeping on your floor
We're bad company
Ya'll volcanic grade five science project
What are they smokin' oh how I loathe them
I'm the motherfucker that eats the
Butter after your stomach churns
Straight no chaser chuggin' rappers
'til my gullet burns
What a foul mannered guest, yes
Take a minute out of your
Busy schedule to compare
Then put your cap back on and go
Sit back in your dunce chair
And have fun there
Embodying the sentiment that god's unfair
Snatch the mic so fast from your freakin' arm
That the meat rips and your
Hands look like chicken parm'
Make a little sandwich
Have it on a french roll, bagel or a bandage
We're eating all your food
We're treating ya'll so rude
We're bad company well well
We're beating on your door
We're sleeping on your floor
We're bad company
My man E should be gettin' like thirty G's
Every time that he's on the
Boards like QWERTY keys turkey please
The cold lamp make your whole
Camp all surely freeze "Purty please
" rappers saying as they're down
On their dirty knees
Begging for one slice of mercy cheese
We lead 'em to the mouse trap
One sweet taste and the bar comes down, splat
Lay you out flat like a lie
To disrespect your whole mom
That type of guy
Ya'll g-n-a-t, gnat type of fly
We're the type of fly from the movie The Fly
We're supafly
The human eye is too slow to scrutinize
Especially when your brain came in
Extra small stupid size
You freakin' moron you
We've been hocking loogies in
Your chicken cordon bleu timmy
We're eating all your food
We're treating ya'll so rude
We're bad company well well
We're beating on your door
We're sleeping on your floor
We're bad company
You could reside in the north
Or live in the south
It don't matter where you live
We gon' visit your house
Stage dive off your table
Mosh pit on the couch
When we kitchen crowd surfing you'll
Be kicked in the mouth
When the freakin' brown bourbon we
Be sippin' runs out
Every single down person in my
Clique will run out
Cause we all know what time it is
It's time to set fire to your mama's crib
Ya dummy
We're eating all your food
We're treating ya'll so rude
We're bad company well well
We're beating on your door
We're sleeping on your floor
We're bad company