Bootlicker Buffet ft. Whose & URSUS. Lyrics

Welcome to Bootlicker Buffet

For only ten dollars

You can kick a fucking Nazi in the face

For as long as you want

Trust me, we enjoy it

Voice pitched up like an out of tune uke

Playing software that's powered by Yukes

They sit on top of the mountain of Zeus

Questioning, "why would the populace shoot?"

Good riddance, Bootlickers, got to give 'em what they want

Stoop writtens falling out of my pockets, times are tough

Read the news, every view is eschewed, fuck is up?

In recluse with the sleuths, meditation like the monks

Words I spit in the booth knock a tooth out a chump

Painting pictures make a fool leave Don Bluth in a slump

Uncouth with the rules, stupid, blunt, and upfront

Jake the snake on a Davey boy, plonked on a La-Z-Boy

Face it boy, I've made more slappers than Eric Clapton

While you're sitting on your break eating spinach out your plastic

Kicking down doors, I want my power and respect

Counting every check, 'til showers turn to flowers out my neck

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Come on, let's feast

(Woo!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Let them eat cleats

(Game Time!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Come on, let's feast

(Agh! Agh!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Let them eat cleats

(Woo!)

Chemicals clouding streets, pigs dicks-out for the feast

They putting Rittendales on the beat

Rubber bullet to the cheek, we sitting ducks for the Civil War

How many times the people say "no more, no more!"

No change, no pay, nothing good in the state

Fires rage and co-pay take your whole life savings

Tax payers pay for lack of policeman's training

Suits in the tower, with their loot, can't make it stop raining

Every day, bare pain in their paint

Put a hammer and a sickle to a bootlicker's face

Every day, red stains on their shirt

More blue in the collar or blue in the dirt

Pro-life bootlickers can't tell the worth of a birth

But the price less expensive than a Wal-Mart

With every bullet shot, they taxes go up

Youth ask why the praxis held up, you're fucked!

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Come on, let's feast

(Woo!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Let them eat cleats

(Game Time!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Come on, let's feast

(Agh! Agh!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Let them eat cleats

(Woo!)

On my plate I got a couple rolls, and an arm

I took off a Trump supporter tryna watch the polls

Like it's probable that voter fraud is going down?

But it's holster-holders putting people in the ground, then getting off

Without a whisper from a lawyer or a court demanding order

Orchards growing horror fruit, but they just defending mortar

Reporters get the beat down! Steel-toed feet now!

Acting meek for the Oink-Oink coming out the See-'N-Sound

Trolling with concerns that the city's going to burn

Instead of learning from the people that you turned your back on

Justice ain't a Tachyon, we can reach it if we try

But the reason for the dying people cannot be denied

There's an evil that's inside the minds of blue lives

A hive of every grimy motherfucker we despise!

I won't call for violence, but I find that it's implied

When the State requires silence or they're aiming for your eyes!

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Come on, let's feast

(Woo!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Let them eat cleats

(Game Time!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Come on, let's feast

(Agh! Agh!)

Bootlicker Buffet

(Bootlicker Buffet)

Let them eat cleats

(Woo!)