Crash & Burn
[Verse 1: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
*Knocking*
Oh, no. It’s them again
Those idiots. Those Lucha friends
Like, woah, they’re both simpletons
Don’t let them in ‘cause they’re just gonna be like
“Ho, consider this a warmup.”
Bustin’ in your crib like, “Bitch, pick the door up”
Back in the mix and we packing a fist to put cracks in your lips
Go and capture a vid
Then we throw it up on PornHub
Like, “whore, what?”
What you gonna do?
Pull it up and report us
Yeah, that’s cute
Back door with a forked tongue
Invite me in! Cracked jaw when I showed up
I’ll fight your kids
Top floor with some donuts
Off Vicodin
On floor when I throwed up
Watch you go nuts, like I slowed up
Wanna have a fun time? Ha! Coulda foolеd us!
[Pre Chorus: Whipstick]
And we killin’ and grillin’ the neighbor’s allеy cat
And we open a corner store just to sell it back
And we whipping precision so sharp we shave your stache
And we jizz in the filling of all your crème brûlée
[Chorus: Mr. 8 Legz]
We gon’ crash and burn
Maybe just go grab an urn
We gon’ crash and burn
It’s so sad, we’ll never learn
Going down in flames with smiles
That’s the way that we prefer
So join us while we crash and burn
Join us while we crash and burn
[Verse 2: Mr. 8 Legz]
Five years and we still here
Still mad like I spilled beer
Still weird that a label would even consider giving us the steering wheel
Because we made it crystal clear that we’re idiots
All laughs with a dash of insidious
Ball gags for some grittiness
Just a mall rat with a ball bat
Actin’ like an escalator resulting in a blood bath (Get off of it)
Tryna smash like Bam Bam
Your girls ass in the back of a Trans Am
She wanna kick it, no can can
Make a big splash, five stars like Van Dam
Treat her like Sandman
“Ma’am, I’m a big fan”
Smash a fucking can on her forehead
Drop her on your doorstep in nothing but a corset
Pull off yelling, “E-C-Dub!”
It’s a shit storm vortex
[Pre-Chorus: Mr. 8 Legz]
Oh no, look at that, looks like the forecast is calling
For cancel the the Fun Time cuz what we said’s appalling
Nope, we ain’t going anywhere
Except through the glass ceiling
You know the motto
Fuck your face, fuck your life and fuck your feelings, ‘cause
[Chorus: Mr. 8 Legz]
We gon’ crash and burn
Maybe just go grab an urn
We gon’ crash and burn
It’s so sad, we’ll never learn
Going down in flames with smiles
That’s the way that we prefer
So join us while we crash and burn
Join us while we crash and burn
[Verse 3: Whipstick, Mr. 8 Legz]
Breaking in the cockpit, haha
Yo, I said cock
Whip, you’re obnoxious!
Stick to the topic!
Yeah, what’s that?
Treat your head like a microphone and 1, 2 rock it? (Shut up!)
Once we spark you can’t seem to stop us
Jet packs just open a great deposit
Keeps a box of these for the beat, I’m on it
C-3PO couldn’t speak this raw shit
And we just keep coming back
With a stuffed up fanny pack
With a bunch of the drugs and the funds
And the funk where we wanna jump your dad
With a Fun Time Balderdash
And an archived folder that
Has a bunch of nudes that will prove
You’re a dude in love with a slut I smashed
Rough! That’s a joke about your mama, man, she’s fuckin' fat
Over there suckin’ down, talkin' spelunking for this dick I pack
Pack it up, I’m just cracking up
Laugh it up 'cause I’ve had enough
Sap it up dry like Canada
Savage, blood on my dagger, bruh
[Chorus: Mr. 8 Legz]
We gon’ crash and burn
Maybe just go grab an urn
We gon’ crash and burn
It’s so sad, we’ll never learn
Going down in flames with smiles
That’s the way that we prefer
So join us while we crash and burn
Join us while we crash and burn
We gon’ crash and burn
Maybe just go grab an urn
We gon’ crash and burn
It’s so sad, we’ll never learn
Going down in flames with smiles
That’s the way that we prefer
So join us while we crash and burn
Join us while we crash and burn