We”R”Us

[Intro: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Take a shot every time this idiot laughs like that over the course of the album
See, it's like, some of you forgot who the fuck we are
Did ya? ‘Cause it’s hard to forget when you're fuckin' nobody, dude
That’s right, Legz! We're fuckin' nobody, treat us like it! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
About time we fuckin' agree
Yo, intros like this are mad fuckin' stupid though, dog
Yeah, intros like this are stupid! That's called irony, dumbass!
Yo, God damn it!

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
We took some time off, fuck it, we gave 'em a break
Now we put the mask on, you dummy, that's your mistake (Yo!)
Time to back it up and pack it up laughin’ it’s all tragic
Happenin' whether you know it or not like it’s magic
A knock at the cabin in the middle of suburbia
Except we made the choice for ya sending your body vertical
Burning up all the follicles hurting you like it's personal
Cancer patients in the air, but the homie's terminal (Yo!)
Listen up in here, tell you what you wanna hear
Your mother hasn't messaged me for a minute, that’s something weird (Yup!)
I'm running from the fear, wondering if once a year
We can stick a finger in her inner ear and fuck her rear (Bitch!)
I'm on bath salts, drown you in the bathtub
Sharpening the knife while I'm giving you a back rub
Targeting your life while I'm trying to make you act up
Screaming in the night while I'm listening to Daft Punk

[Chorus: Whipstick]
We them bumps in the night
Ain't no need for the fight
‘Cause it's like yo it's what we are
We the monsters under the covers
Who run up and smother you with the pillow
You fucked up, ‘cause we are
All the reasons that you thinkin' about
All them graves dug up ‘cause it's what we are
Just a bunch of trash and a couple of friends
Here to ruin your day ‘cause it's what we are

[Verse 2: Mr 8 Legz]
Yo, I could describe us, but what's more important
Is we're a constant reminder as to why they get abortions (Haha)
Pro life or pro choice, you wanna take the risk?
That some fetus out there could mature into another me or Whip?
That's like the Antichrist arriving in triplets
Then two of ‘em ate one for fun, just to be dicks, shit
Musical slit wrists with audible assistance
All you hear is dead people, blind watching Sixth Sense (Yeah, yeah)
What we are is a plague in the yard
Many say isn't ours, but you'll wait, you can park down the way
Walk your ass to the gate, come relay all your hate
But can't play ‘cause you actin' like a bitch, dog
Pissed off, why, ‘cause you gotta play pretend?
That you're cool with the people who are my actual friends? (Ha ha ha ha)
Stalking our channel to drop hate as soon as you can
Everybody who love us does the same, way to look like a fan
You pussy

[Chorus: Whipstick]
We them bumps in the night
Ain't no need for the fight
‘Cause it's like yo it's what we are
We the monsters under the covers
Who run up and smother you with the pillow
You fucked up, ‘cause we are
All the reasons that you thinkin' about
All them graves dug up ‘cause it's what we are
Just a bunch of trash and a couple of friends
Here to ruin your day ‘cause it's what we are

[Verse 3: Whipstick]
All we ever wanted was to show you that you're out of luck
And your life is trash, we're gonna say it, you suck
We gonna finger the slut while you calling her a wife
Art imitating life, we finna spit it precise
That's a fact, skull cracked, your body wrapped up in plastic
Drag it, running through the intersection fastest
Whoa, whoa, with the photo, fantastic
Thinking Ohno, I'll punch you and I call it Kassius

[Verse 4: Mr 8 Legz]
Ay, you ever noticed how Adam Cole and Britt Baker look alike?
Well, you can make like them and probably fuck yourself (Hahaha)
There ain't a camel clutch in hell that I'd ever decide to help
A whiny pussy crying about how they ain't felt (Fuck outta here)
Feel this dick in your trachea turned labia (Ugh)
And no I won't peep your CD, bro, won't baby ya
I'd rather be stuck in traffic during a natural disaster
Trying to pass a massive kidney stone with a shy bladder (Ooh)
You cunt

[Chorus: Whipstick]
We them bumps in the night
Ain't no need for the fight
‘Cause it's like yo it's what we are
We the monsters under the covers
Who run up and smother you with the pillow
You fucked up, ‘cause we are
All the reasons that you thinkin' about
All them graves dug up ‘cause it's what we are
Just a bunch of trash and a couple of friends
Here to ruin your day ‘cause it's what we are

[Skit: Kyle Moore, Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz]
Alright, so I'm starting to feel you out
Kinda sus
Is that right?
Edward, you're obnoxious and fun-loving
Yo, big facts
And Jacob, you are angry, all the time
Okay, and who the fuck thinks that?!
How are you friends?
I do
Who the fuck said we were friends
You little cocky asshole?
What do you– what?
People think you're funny?
My mom does!
Nobody thinks shit!
Just shut the fuck up, mind your business
And play the next fuckin' song!