We’ll Kill You - The Lonely Island

Hey
Hey. What’s wrong?
Come quick, some losers wanna fight us
Oh, not again. I’ll go get my gun, OK

It’s on now, the fight’s beginning
One punch in and we’re already winning
Guy Number One, the ape-shit killer
After you’re dead I drink an ice cold Miller

If you see us on the street
You can bet we’re high
We wear sunglasses
For bloodshot eyes

I only hang with felons, killers and thugs
You’re still a cunt Steve, go fuck your snake

Our thirst for blood is never enough
Is there a heaven for gangsters like us?
Hey Guy Number One?
Yeah, Guy Number Two?
I’m just doing me
I’m doing you too
I only date girls who have been around
I know what they like, I’ll go down town

We’re just two guys
Who have a death wish
Screw trial by twelve, we’ll be carried by six
Like bowm, bowm, bowm, bowm, bowm, bowm, bowm

Ain’t no such thing as half-way crooks
You’re scared of death, you’re scared to look, you’re shook