Leeroy Sackhair - F.A.C lyrics

[Verse 1: Local-K] I'm chillin' with my villains, pop a bean with Krillin On a spiritual high, watch my soul rise to the ceilin' What a feelin, it's a miracle we're livin' I prayed to Based God and now Yeezus has risen Born with the vision, I keep 'em in my cornea A true warrior, Heaven's own courier This is a story of Un Soldado Que Gloria Taste euphoria in my memoriam Stock piling the herb, I keep a cornucopia So when we hit the function it feels like utopia Grab a bad b**h, bring 'em by the dozen Head never average, give me that concussion Hall of fame b**h, this is my induction Got the illuminati summoned out the dungeon What's the discussion? I'll beat you down with my bludgeon f** it I'm just stuntin', I really won't do nothin' [Hook(x2): Local-K] They said I need a theme song A little something I can scream on Got my head in the clouds, I'm f**ing King Kong An American Idol? Dream on [Verse 2: Local-K] Don't f** around now and make me call the mothership I'll smack your b**h's dead a**, right out in public We the hip hop governance Stop, don't talk, I'm on some other sh** Your girl twerk? And she's a republican? Well god damn this the nation that we're trustin' in God's creation but clearly not adjusted kid Face it we've got your replacement, throw Kirk Cousins in Chasin' them franklins now like Aretha was sayin' Respect, I've got em' thinkin' about the moves that they're making Switch up the groove I ain't playin', trying to get the room booty shaking Whether you black, white, or asian Tonight we be Jamaican Who you playin' ho? I'm as big as Kris Kringle I'm jolly mother f**er no comprende mi lingo Your b**h is crusty, one touch crunch like a pringle And her name's grace? Probably got her off of Christian Mingle [Hook(x2): Local-K] They said I need a theme song A little something I can scream on Got my head in the clouds, I'm f**ing King Kong An American Idol? Dream on