EOM - Bad Company lyrics

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EOM - Bad Company lyrics

[Verse 1] We, unidentified flying object Ya'll volcanic grade five science project What are they smokin' Oh how I loathe them I'm the motherf**er that eats the bu*ter 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Hook]