F.P.S.

[Intro]
Can you hear the beat drop?

[Verse 1: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
I'm a product of the 90s and a husband that cheats
So, if we ain't fuckin', you can find me at a bar up the street
Yellin' at youngins while I'm drunk on fifty Sex on the Beach
Tellin' 'em back in my day their moms would blow me for weed
Fuck the police
Everyone's on my bad side and I'm makin' a list
I'ma mail them all black lights so they can tell that I've been
Beatin' my dick in their cribs vigorously like Whip
Leave me alone! I'm taking a shit!
I should've known!
I'm not fully aware of what's going on around me
For the simple fact I force fed you brownies
With them extra ingredients that be makin' you drowsy
Yeah, my candy's the sweetest and I be slangin' them proudly, though
When I'm sifting through Twitter
I be chasing pictures of your little sister
While this faggot hit me on the shitter
Maybe I'm just old and bitter
Maybe I'm just full of liquor
Maybe it's the anger from living here with a dying liver

[Chorus]
Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
In my high tops, jumpin', got the candy like crack
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
In my high tops, jumpin', got the candy like crack
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag

[Verse 2: Whipstick, Mr. 8 Legz]
Born in '88, fuckin' your face
I'm diggin' out with a cesarean, a prison escape
I hold it down super hard like a victim of rape
Like a Tarantino film, I brought the hateful 8, yo!
Dude, why you gotta fuckin' name drop like that?
Listen, motherfucker, this is my crew
Shut up and rap
You can't tell me what to do when you look like uncanny trash
My outfit's super dapper, rockin' fanny packs
No, don't you dare hand me that nonsense
I'm still young as fuck bro
So best believe I got options
Like what? Gettin' backstage at a One Direction concert
Stupid whippersnapper, boy
I'll knock you unconscious
Rearrange your fucked up grill as a cross eyed orthodontist
Man, why you always gotta be so obnoxious?
Maybe I'm just old and bitter
Maybe I hate fidget spinners
Maybe it's because I shut my liver down with shitty liquor

[Chorus]
Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
In my high tops, jumpin', got the candy like crack
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
In my high tops, jumpin', got the candy like crack
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag

[Bridge: Bill Burr]
So I put this shit on. Dude, I lasted ninety seconds
Ninety seconds! I was open minded, "Alright, put it on."
Ninety seconds later, I'm like the old man, "Nahhh, this isn't music!
When I was a kid you dressed like a woman and you sung about the devil! Now, now that was music!"

[Background: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
Maybe I'm just old and bitter
Maybe I'm just full of liquor
Maybe it's the anger from living here with a dying liver
Maybe I'm just old and bitter
Maybe I hate fidget spinners
Maybe it's because I shut my liver down with shitty liquor
Maybe I'm just old and bitter
Maybe I'm just full of liquor
Maybe it's the anger from living here with a dying liver
Maybe I'm just old and bitter
Maybe I'm just old and bitter
Maybe I'm just old and bitter
Maybe I'm just---

[Verse 3: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
We got the candy for you rappers, so it's best you just stop it
With cyanide capsules pleasantly mixed with milk chocolate
If you needin' extra attention then step in my office
[Things good?] halitosis, why don't you choke on a losynge
Yo, it's constant, we got the Jolly Rancher flavored void
Now get the fuck off my lawn and, yes, I'ma take your toys
We obnoxious, like anti-Power Rangers, Meganoids
Superkickin' over tombstones to the Undertaker's void

[Chorus]
Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
In my high tops, jumpin', got the candy like crack
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
In my high tops, jumpin', got the candy like crack
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
In my high tops, jumpin', got the candy like crack
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag
In my high tops, jumpin', got the candy like crack
B-B-Boom box bumpin', got that fanny pack swag

[Outro: Bill Burr]
Yeah. It's one of the sad things about life
You get old and it passes you by
I feel it passing me by

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