Fanduhlism
[Verse 1: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
First off, you don’t fuck with Arby’s? I hope you fuck with beef
Now you got it with us, because yo, they have the meats (Ay, preach)
Set a Doordash driver on fire, take pliers to teeth (Come here)
Get identified as a buffalo chicken slider, sweet (Hahaha)
Get a clue, ho, been years since the news broke (Bro)
Combined we leavin’ blood behind like the Usos (What!)
Don’t like it? Write your senator, we hit a new low
Yeah, we’re immaturе, but we’re adults, that’s why we do cokе
Fuck! Not promoting vandalism
But damn we know how to pick a gang of fans for the fans
They hooked like Candyman victims, tagging up whatever shitter
That they are currently hittin’, so don’t disturb ‘em, they shittin’, you fucking dick
They get restless at rest stops, restaurants, and whatnot
Venues that we’ve been through, they intend to break the bedrock
Funyuns blow the roof off like Will Ferrell did a desk pop
No, that’s not a real thing! It is now, so guess what
[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz & Whipstick]
They say it’s time for us to grow up
No, we ain’t doing that any time soon, so
Make way for the idiots who know us
We still loudly leavin’ tags in the bathroom
Hashtag S-double F-T-G
Fun Time Gang, LLE
Scrawled in the stall at your local Arby’s
So if you headed out, better pack a Sharpie
[Verse 2: Whipstick]
They call me Big Montana baby, double beef with cheddar thickness
Bouncing on the track, actin’ erratic, yo it’s Whipstick
Action packed with kung fu grip, smackin’ the asses off of bitches
With acting senses so autistic Dan Aykroyd wanna mimic that
Whoa, skin her kitty cat, bro, let me run it back
Grab a marker, draw a diagram like what’s up with that (Oh)
Sitting there, shittin', screaming inside of the stall
Repeatedly beating your face, seemingly sounding appalled like
Record the screams to the beat
Then I tag the band’s initials in Sharpie next to the seat
With the hashtag in front of it’s a blast having fun with it
You’ll gasp from the lack of the oxygen that I come and get
So don’t go where the mask at where the lucha bros have bear trapped
Snowcone 'til they're passed out ‘cause they loco when they blare that
Lead you to the bathroom stating that we’ll be back soon
Leaving you with a marker, don’t wanna, but you have to do it
[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz & Whipstick]
They say it’s time for us to grow up
No, we ain’t doing that any time soon, so
Make way for the idiots who know us
We still loudly leavin’ tags in the bathroom
Hashtag S-double F-T-G
Fun Time Gang, LLE
Scrawled in the stall at your local Walgreens
So if you headed out, better pack a Sharpie
[Verse 3: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz]
Yo I might show you what this all means, it’s panic at the Walgreens
Get to running back to the bathroom, tagging a stall, please
Or I’ma slice a knife from aorta down to your mom jeans
Writing all the notes, just great composition, Vivaldi
Call me a problem, but really this all promotion
In the arts and craft department, ripping packs of markers open (Dammit)
Headed to the back where I got you chained to the commode
And writing our name like Bart Simpson when the open credits rolling
We chasin’ you through the aisles
With the Sharpie, got you targeted carving a fake smile
It’s the Super Famous Fun Time Guys, should say wow
Put it down with the octothorpe, this ain't pound
Better forge our signature or I’ma leave my calling card
And by that mean administer a beating with our bodyguard
Eric may not drive a car, doesn’t mean he cannot park
His foot inside your rectum, get the lesson? Bitch, now make your mark, ‘cause
[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz & Whipstick]
They say it’s time for us to grow up (Nope)
No, we ain’t doing that any time soon, so (Any time soon, bitch)
Make way for the idiots who know us (What they know, huh?)
We still loudly leavin’ tags in the bathroom (Yeah)
Hashtag S-double F-T-G
Fun Time Gang, LLE
Scrawled in the stall at your local Hardee’s
So if you headed out, better pack a Sharpie
[Outro: Mr 8 Legz]
Or a Carl’s Jr. for you western-ass motherfuckers