[Intro: Double]
When ever you think about something too much
And get your panties up in a bunch
Just remeber we're out for lunch
This is the song of the Corny Bunch
[Verse 1: Double]
Midnight, rolls around everyone is money hungry
The air, is so damn buggy
Mason stands on his trailler roof
Sharpening his knives on an old hoof
You may think he's trouble but he's not planning to k**
He just cut up a gill
He's a shark fisherman, but one not to f** with
Now whenever you listen you make think it's a myth
But Mason here doesn't like humans the girrafe p**n is the best
But at the end of the day he will permanatly rest
[Verse 2: Double]
With Murder in his eyes
Greg, is within the prize
Sineging all his clothes
Kicking f**ers, to learn the ropes
Thinking, high and mighty
Bullets flying, like fethers lightly
Mr. Corny, k**ed his son
You may think he's almost done
But nope, there goes his wife
Now your think, who's life?
Will he take next, like Slim Shady
Wants lunges coughed up
And will drink 'em, out his cup
Mason, was rich
But Greg, k**ed that b**h
Three more lives, millionaire
Takes your money, billionaire
Does Shroomes, like Super Mario
And f**s up pooh, and Eeor
k**ing cartoons, is his life
f** guns, he'll use a knife
The first single
He's now to mingle
But it's cancelled, drink it up
Jumps up, yells BLUUUP!
Now look behind you, there he is
But that blood, it's all his
Smooking crack, but it k**s
Now he's too old, to f** with pills