BASTARDIANS ft. Kry$ & The Gusto Factory Lyrics

Dale, Hank Heaven! Rompe!

K-R-Y

With the dollar sign

And We got my man Fili

Wanna kick it with the Bastards

Better take off all the plaster, uh-huh

Mega Man with the blaster

I'm more Megatron, causing a disaster

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Feelin' like Electro, that I might explode

Always cool from the get-go

Gasket and lid, let the jets go

Young, chill, raw, and retro

I'll eat your pasta with a pesto

Fettuccine Alfredo

Let me heat this up, and serve a bagel

No Jack and let my egg go

Herbs wrapped up like an egg roll

S&M shit, I'll let your pet know

She can bounce on this like it's techno

Gusto Krys, Gusto FiLi

Yeah, FlAVIO

Yes, this rappin' bastard

Turn the bad into fantastic

I'm Reed Richards in the lab

Stretchin' samples like elastic

Puttin' rappers in a casket

Their mothers askin' to be attached to it

If I don't look like that much fun

It's cause I'm actually passionate

I hung with a chick from Saskatchewan

She made the grilled cheese with a spatula

I'll say it tasted pretty decent

But the presentation was amateur

She had an ass from the ghetto

But still she talks funny

She asked about the gold and silver

I told her, yo, that's God's money

Gotta stop expecting them to understand

I feel alone constantly

My therapist tryin' to warn me

I say you're not the boss of me

Uh, I've been drinkin' more as of late

I can't say why, it's just what I crave

At night I hop on the mic with the stealth

Get to business in the morning like I don't do nothin' else

Get back to the studio at night

And it's like I never left

I got this feeling I could make it

And I ain't stopped ever since

Yo, I look at sleep as my nemesis

Honestly, it's somethin' I don't like

Aside from it slowin' me down

I feel like I'm missin' out on life

I might be more efficient

If I could run off daylight

Or maybe I'll learn to love sleep

Once I get my pay right

We want more money, more money, more money

We want more money, more money, more money