Feel Good

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
Fill the Super Soaker with the Super Famous Fun Time Jizz
You're gonna go blind 'cause I'm stapling your eyelids
To your forehead and I'm pouring, you're boring, I'm snoring
I'm just a bitter unsigned prick
But you faggot as fuck
You're tossing salads and stay phony
You're passionate, slut
Your life's a ballad of gay pony
[?]
We'll punch your eye sockets, leavin' them blackened like concealer
Rockin' the chinchilla, we slicin' like Mike's Thriller
Werewolves and zombies, they're rockin' to Saint Sinna
Menacide in the ride and we stalkin' your sister
Sent her home in a box marked return to sender
Yo, me and 8 Legz chop it up in the blender
Serve it nice and warm, we keep the room temperature
[Crush?] your dumb ass dreams 'cause it lightens my mood and it
(Makes me feel so good!)
Yo, fuck fools!

[Chorus: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
When the Michigan Militia and them Fun Times clash
Yeah, we keep it rollin' 'til the day goes black
You can count on that and the bass gon' slap 'cause it
(Makes me feel so good!)
Yeah, you know it, bitch
Everybody in the back, from side to side
Why don't you follow along? And if you tryin' to get live
It's the S-Double F-T-G, hey, that's we
(Makes me feel so good!)
Rockin' out, here, on your favorite CD, bitch!

[Interlude: Mr. 8 Legz, Menacide]
Yo, it's fucking 8 o'clock and I have yet to fucking eat
What the fuck's up with this shit? What's up Menacide?
Yeah, yo, Super Famous Fun Time Dudes and shit
Oh yeah?

[Verse 2: Menacide]
Yo, it's Menacide, Super Famous Fun Time Guys
Headed to McDonald's for them super sized drunk fries
I told 8 Legz, go and let me grab the wheel
'Cause he was two fries short of a happy meal
And, so, we dippin' in the ride out in Maryland
With Saint Sinna in the back taking heroin
Whipstick riding shotgun in the hooptie
A half a bottle of Vicodin got him lookin' loopie
Me, I was smokin' on a brand new Swisher Sweet
Tellin' Whipstick how my dipstick was in his sister cheeks
She's my girlfriend, [?]
That's when he tried to handcuff me to the steering wheel
I said, "Calm down, ain't no need to be alarmed!
Look at Saint Sinna with that needle in his arm."
I said, "Damn, Saint, you still so hood!
That 'H' looks like it feels so good."

[Chorus: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
When the Michigan Militia and them Fun Times clash
Yeah, we keep it rollin' 'til the day goes black
You can count on that and the bass gon' slap 'cause it
(Makes me feel so good!)
Yeah, you know it, bitch
Everybody in the back, from side to side
Why don't you follow along? And if you tryin' to get live
It's the S-Double F-T-G, hey, that's we
(Makes me feel so good!)
Rockin' out, here, on your favorite CD, bitch!
Snap snap snap

[Verse 3: Mr. 8 Legz]
So they keep on tellin' me I'm super famous (Yeah?)
Even though I hear it all the time, I ain't complaining (Word)
But check it, I'm just saying I'm not really all that paid, man
I blow most of my dough on gettin' blown and wasted
Let's face it, my daily routine needs a facelift
They assume I got groupies on a wait list
Nah, I've spent three years of my life chasin'
This chick I'm tryin' to fuck who works at my gas station
(Oh, yeah?) Cute as a button, too
But there's a better chance of walkin' 'round the zoo tellin' fools that I'm Megaman
Dressed in all blue, in a helmet with the cannon hand
Tryin' to lure them to a pool to hit them with the [?]
Catch a set of hands, throw them in the lion's den
Shake 8's balls and they'll tell you, you should try again (Word)
That's just the way that I am, so what it do?
If it makes me feel so good, then fuck you!

[Chorus: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
When the Michigan Militia and them Fun Times clash
Yeah, we keep it rollin' 'til the day goes black
You can count on that and the bass gon' slap 'cause it
(Makes me feel so good!)
Yeah, you know it, bitch
Everybody in the back, from side to side
Why don't you follow along? And if you tryin' to get live
It's the S-Double F-T-G, hey, that's we
(Makes me feel so good!)
Rockin' out, here, on your favorite CD, bitch!

[Interlude: Saint Sinna]
Yo, I'm gonna send my girl a bouquet of dick pics (For you, honey!)
*Laughs* Stupid
Yeah!

[Verse 4: Saint Sinna]
Yo, me and 8 Legz, we came to break eggs
And y'all trippin' more than your roller skate days
I'm a super strong guy, they call me the Grape Ape
And y'all straight gay like pantomimin' a Shake Weight
You're gonna need a face plate (Why?)
For no reason at all, I just wanted to continue that rhyme
You're style's refreshing like a lemon and lime
Not the drink but squeeze them both in your eyes
From what you do I'ma lump up your crew
Uppercut you while you butt chug a brew
You're a fruit loop and I'm not talkin' cereal
Your mom caught you lickin' felch off of her steeling wheel
We killin' you slow 'cause we got the patience
Plus you know 8 Legz is very super famous
Even if he drew you a crowd, you'll never make it
Forensics analyzin' your career with a rape kit

[Chorus: Mr. 8 Legz, Whipstick]
When the Michigan Militia and them Fun Times clash
Yeah, we keep it rollin' 'til the day goes black
You can count on that and the bass gon' slap 'cause it
(Makes me feel so good!)
Yeah, you know it, bitch
Everybody in the back, from side to side
Why don't you follow along? And if you tryin' to get live
It's the S-Double F-T-G, hey, that's we
(Makes me feel so good!)
Rockin' out, here, on your favorite CD, bitch!

When the Michigan Militia and them Fun Times clash
Yeah, we keep it rollin' 'til the day goes black
You can count on that and the bass gon' slap 'cause it
(Makes me feel so good!)
Yeah, you know it, bitch
Everybody in the back, from side to side
Why don't you follow along? And if you tryin' to get live
It's the S-Double F-T-G, hey, that's we
(Makes me feel so good!)
Rockin' out, here, on your favorite CD, bitch!

(You brighten my day, impossible for me to stay away)