Aight, this is ben and nik
Otherwise known as tfa
This is about our frequent trips out to eat
So, ladies, when you are playing this in your car
Roll the windows down for all to hear
And smoke crack
Yeah, that’s what i’m talking about
Here we go
As i cruise down the street, ridin’ blades
With a mossberg pistolgrip pump action shotgun
Everyone be runnin’ and screamin’ and cryin’
As though my name were atilla the hun
But what they fail to recognise is i want something to eat
Shit, i just want some grub, spend a stack of them dubs
You can’t touch me, not when i’m in the streets
You can always hear me, big beats
When it’s hot out, my glock’s out, i’m ’bout to knock your lights out
I’m godly, i’m god-like, it’s heavenly
I’m only movin’ bricks to those spendin’ the g’s
But b#tches still be screamin’ and hollerin and callin’ me
Look up to me as though i’m your father
f#ck opinions, religion, they’re a bother
Day in, day out, stuntin’ like a star
Others be scared ’cause we’re leavin’ scars
I’m shootin’ fools while i’m bendin’ the block
Then, i stop off at hollywood to see what’s in stock
Oh, no you didn’t point at me, gimme dat look
One time i killed a sucka with only a book
Jiggalatin at my table there’s a woman tellin’ fables
Finna kill her ‘for my meal gets here
I blow dem ronnies as i ride off on my pony
So i fill all of the children with bonafide fear
Technology of the best, you will see
Is only for the few who can get past me, b#tch
Gonna f#ck a motha stab her face and kill her brotha
So, b#tches know i’m the one that is undercover
Everybody gettin’ outta da way
Gonna talk about me for the rest of the day
Slippin’ dope to the waiters cuz of their shitty pay
I bust out my computer so that wow can be played
I’m hungry
Feed me
Kill a cow so i can feed
Is this food good!?
Hey, i just found out that
My best friend’s dead
Food poisoning kills those that are dumb
Even though you’re dumb, you can still drink rum
We’re drunk, we’re tipsy all up in this restaurant
We don’t know what we ordered, but who really cares?
I ate some food
Then, i f#cked this girl
Because i’m the king
Then, albert fish
Came and ate this chick
So, my bill was cheaper
I never thought food could taste so good
I’m having a mouthgasm
In the restaurant, our meals were slaughtered
Slaughtered like babies, brephophagist
What did you call me? i’m not a necrophagist
You’re a dick
I hate the way you eat; you’re sloppier than rob reiner
Don’t talk back to me, i’m going to give you a shiner, you p#ss# #ss b#tch
Jesus, it’s hot in ben’s room
f#cking die
This restaurant is so good, mainly ’cause b#tches be sucking my c#ck
Hit her in the face, misogyny is not funny
Oh, sh#t, there’s a rat in my soup, but it’s okay because the 12th root of 2 is the distance in ratio between each note in the western chromatic scale
I thoroughly enjoyed
My entire meal
Though i slayed all persons
In this fine cafe
I asked for water
And he slit my throat open
I’ll never go there again
(the waiter is dead
We shot him in the head
Damn, this is good bread)
The waitress had
A slight weight problem
I’ll never go there again
(the waiter is dead
Oh, what i wouldn’t give
To f#ck him in the face)
The food was burnt
And it gave me cancer
I’ll never go there again
(the waiter is dead
From battery acid
In his urethra)
My pencil broke
On the way to my house
I’ll never go there again
(the waiter is dead
All just to evade
His taxes)
We will proceed to slaying the orcs
I’m gonna kill all your friends
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The Forgotten Archetype Lyrics – 12th Root of 2