Bad Company Wax
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[Verse 1]
We, unidentified flying object
Y'all 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
[Chorus]
We're eating all your food
We're treating y'all so rude
We're bad company
Well well
We're beating on your door
We're sleeping on your floor
We're bad company
We, unidentified flying object
Y'all 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
[Chorus]
We're eating all your food
We're treating y'all so rude
We're bad company
Well well
We're beating on your door
We're sleeping on your floor
We're bad company
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