Bad Influence EP

The holy spirits work nine to five,
The party in hell rages 24/7
The lights are out and the saints are asleep,
So let's drop this bass and wake the heavens!

Burn!

We’re burning in hell, having a hell of a time,
Turning up the heat for a front row seat
Blowing the speakers, yeah,
Comin’ in hot,
No sins to pardon in this melting pot.

Let's throwdown bitches!

When I met Christ, he was full of passion,
Staring at me in my upside-down cross-shaped casket,
Smashing and bashing, head-banging and slashing
To the sound of seven trumpets playing Dawn of Ashes

He asked me why I didn’t follow the word of the lord,
He asked me why I threw my salvation away,
I said the stairway to heaven is a hell of a climb,
And the highway to hell takes half the time

The holy spirits work nine to five,
The party in hell rages 24/7
The lights are out and the saints are asleep,
So let's drop this bass and wake the heavens!

I’ve done dirty deeds and blew my seed,
Straight in the back door until I made it bleed
The golden key was sodomy
With not one, not two but a party of three.

Burn up in the underworld,
It’s a hot stewpot of sinners and scum,
The finger food is forbidden fruit,
And all the servers are prostitutes

Under the ceiling of sorrow, it’s a total bloodbath,
Around the floor of the pit is a fucking wall of death!

“If it’s true they can hear our screams from up there,
Then let’s scare the fucking hell out of heaven!”

Move!

The holy spirits work nine to five,
The party in hell rages 24/7
The lights are out and the saints are asleep,
So let's drop this bass and wake the heavens!

Go!

You’re at heaven’s door and you’re knock knock knockin?
I'm on Satan's floor and I'm mosh mosh moshin!

You’re praying and praying with your crucifix,
We’re dancing and dancing, shouting six six six!

You can keep all your saints,
And banish the rebels,
There’s a party in hell where we dance with the devil

Go!

I welcome you to death’s door,
Now get your ass on the dance floor,
I wanna see those hips sin even more,
Because in hell we don’t fear the Lord!

Now!

I welcome you to death’s door,
Now get your ass on the dance floor,
I wanna see those hips sin even more,
Because in hell we don’t fear the Lord!

Drop This Bass And Wake The Heavens

They asked me why would you desecrate this song,
I said this is how he’d wanted it all along,

If Beethoven was still here with us today,
He wouldn’t be a self-obsessed lunatic like Kanye

That crackpot said he’s “the greatest artist god has ever created”
Bitch, Beethoven's the greatest hit satan’s ever procreated!

You say Black Sabbath is the mother of metal,
Guess what? Beethoven is the motherfucker of metal

The Van Beet isn’t rolling in his grave,
He’s headbanging to these motherfucking sound waves
Every beat, every breakdown, every cymbal, every snare,
Every lyric that I scream or when I growl like a bear
He’s knockin out teeth in his castle in the air,
Hollering “I wanna see you motherfuckers mosh like you have free healthcare!”

Moooooooshh!!!!
Mosh! Mosh! Mosh! Mosh!

Mosh! Mosh! Mosh! Mosh!


When the lights go out and the show is over,
My boy B doesn’t like his ass to be sober
With a baton in one hand, and a bottle of Jäger in the other,
He orders his symphony to play his shit even louder,
He keeps drinkin and drinkin until the liquor is gone,
Then he rages and rages until the asscrack of dawn
He’s livin it up like the fresh prince of rhine-ruhr
And he’s kickin Patrick Swayze’s ass on the dance floor

Annit somethin' like,
Let’s rage!


Beethoven ain’t no bitch!
Beethoven ain’t no bitch, no!
Beethoven ain’t no bitch, no!
Beethoven ain’t no bitch, no!

Beethoven ain’t no aaaaa!

Beethoven ain’t no bitch!
Beethoven ain’t no bitch, no!
Beethoven ain’t no bitch, no!
Beethoven ain’t no bitch, no!

Beethoven ain’t no aaaaa!

Beethoven Ain't No B*tch (Hyundai Sonata)

(“Welcome to Taco Bell can I take your order?
Yeah lemme getta double tostada, three beef tacos two beef burritos extra beef anna side of beef
what kinda sauce do you want sir?
Uh, all of them?
Anything else?
Yeah a triple ultra mega cup of Mountain Dew Baja Blast
Your total is 8.25 enjoy
..Wait a minute”)

He forgot my fucking sauce!!!
I want my fucking sauce!!!
You forgot my goddamn sauce!!!
I wanna see your fucking boss!!!

I was sitting in the car with my Crunchwrap-Supreme
Verde sauce on my lips, having a wet dream
The sun disappeared as clouds fill the skies, 
Your shadowed face appears with your demon eyes,

Could it be?
Are you there?
Diablo sauce
Fills the air…

You sold your soul to the devil when you made that order,
Now he’s gonna get his way and its gonna be torture,

You’ll be droppin deuces hotter than cluster bombs
They go BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Just like Vietnam,

You gazed at me with you evil laugh and said,
“I’m gonna Mountain Dew Baja Blast your ass, bitch!”

Count your hours count your minutes, your little clock is ticking, 
Count your hours count your minutes, your little clock is
tick, tick tick tick… shhh…

(“Mountain Dew Baja ready to Blast in 5… 4… 3… 2…”)

Welcome to
TACO HELL

Welcome to
TACO HELL

Welcome to
TACO HELL

Welcome to
TACO HIEL!

Fuck me
What did I eeeeeeat?!
35 PERCENT Beeeeeeef?!
Oh, my, fucking, EEEEAAAAA

Is your heart still beating?
Is your nose still bleeding?
Has your life lost all meaning to the sound of your screaming,
Does every moment feel like a never ending grieving?
Are you tired of this pleading?
Do you want to stop feeling?

I fell for your lies,
And now you’re my demise,
You don’t wanna gratify,
You just agonize—

You agonize,
You terrorize,
You demonize
The body that I prize

Now you’ve taken me down,
You’ve brought me to my knees,
I’ve succumbed to the wickedness
Of your nacho cheese!

Blegh?

You felt so good, your taste on my lips
Going down, down, down, after every sip
But the very next morning, sitting on my hips
In the bathroom, you’ve caused a shit-apocalypse

And my ass is on fire, fire, fire,
My ass is on fire, fire, fire!

It’s the final stretch and I’m still alive,
I took a beating to the ass and I’m still alive,
Motherfuckers can’t stop me, bitch I’m still alive
Just one more push an I’m-

AAAAAAAAAAH

Help mee,
I’m begging you pleasee,
Make it stop pretty pleaseee,

(“Welcome to Taco Hell, where the air is fear and the water is tears,
everything you touch turns to 35% beef and your blood is Diablo sauce,
would you like to try our churros?”)

Mountain Dew Baja Blast My A**

If you have problems with substances,
Dial 911 and tell them you’re a bitch!

Drinking problem?
Drug issues?
Gambling debt,
Sniffing shoes?

Smoke some dank weed,
Put your baby in the front seat,
Fuck a seatbelt, that shit you don’t need,
Shoplift a bottle of whiskey.

Give a cigarette to a teen,
Get him addicted to nicotine,
Say something offensive to a minority,
And throw plastic into the sea.

Smoke that crack, yeah!
Buy some smack, bitch!
Steal money from your parents and pay a hooker to whack your sack, yeah!

Bad influence,
Go be a bad influence!
Bad influence,
Go be a bad influence!
Yeah!

Buy a gram of methamphetamine,
And a bag of ecstasy,
And some needles that are unclean,
And leave them in a playground by a tree.

Call your dealer and snort PCP,
Break into your neighbor’s house, steal their Jeep
As you speed down the street,
Until you’re dizzy and your nose bleeds.

And then prank call the police,
And say you dumped a body in the sea,
On your tax forms always cheat,
And fuck your job just oversleep.

Call your friends and throw a party,
Buy ten grams of ketamine,
Give them all to your brother pete,
Who’s only fifteen.

Call a hooker and blow your seed,
Without protection and inbreed,
With your first cousin Ashley,
Like they do in Tennessee.

Chug a bottle of benzopyrene,
And shoot up in a limousine,
Until you and your friends OD,
And your skin turns all green.

“You know, the best advice I ever got was from my uncle Jack just before he OD'd, he said, 'drugs aren’t the problem, it’s your attitude about the problem that are the drugs!'"

Smoke that crack, yeah!
Buy some smack, bitch!
Steal money from your parents and pay a hooker to whack your sack, yeah!

Bad influence,
Go be a bad influence!
Bad influence,
Go be a bad influence!
Yeah!

Don’t wear sunscreen,
Don’t be safe with gasoline,
Don’t get a master’s degree,
Don’t get enough sleep,
Don’t listen to nobody,
And don’t be role modeling!

You're here for a good time, not for a long time, right?
Whoever is with me, finish snorting that white,
Burn up that dust, shoot up that meth,
And open this pit for a wall of death!

"I want everyone side to fucking side, I want more blood on your faces than the last time you overdosed on Ritalin, are you ready?"

One. Two. Three. Go!

Smoke that crack, yeah!
Buy some smack, bitch!
Steal money from your parents and pay a hooker to whack your sack, yeah!

Bad influence,
Go be a bad influence!
Bad influence,
Go be a bad influence!
Yeah!

Smoke that crack, yeah!
Buy some smack, bitch!
Steal money from your parents and pay a hooker to whack your sack, yeah!

Bad influence,
Go be a bad influence!
Bad influence,
Go be a bad influence!
Yeah!

“Alright guys, I’m uh, I’m gonna go get high.”

Bad Influence

“Breaking news out of California today, a local post office worker broke into a pet store and fed all the animals cocaine, then let them loose.
His coworkers described him as ‘a really great guy who just snapped.’ After the incident he went on what police describe as a ‘shitting spree,’ putting fireworks in port-o-potties and lighting his feces on fire, then throwing them at volunteers leaving a charity event.
When he was questioned by investigators he claimed that “a song told him to do it”

If your boss just screamed at you again,
If your hair is falling out of your head,
If your electricity got shut off on the tenth
And your dog took a shit in your bed,

If you wake up to the sound of a screaming kid,
If your pot dealer sold you another bag of mids,
If your beer gut is too big for your pants to fit
And you’re about to lose it.

I have a word of wisdom for you,
Take my advice on what you should do,
Those voices in your head they speak the truth
And if you’re wondering if they should guide you,

Go postal!
What?
Hijack a bus and push it off a cliff,
Go postal, motherfucker!
Set a Wal-Mart ablaze and TikTok it,
Go postal, yeah!
Break into a zoo and let the anacondas loose.

Buy a ski mask,
Rob a bank,
Punch a cop,
Don’t be ashamed,
Don’t think twice,
Just chug a bottle of champagne
And let the intrusive thoughts win!

Your therapist told you to always think twice,
But your health insurance said she’s not worth the price,
You don’t really wanna make friends with Christ,
Cause if you go to hell you’ll make friends with Betty White.

You got your phone stolen on the train,
You wake up every morning with more back pain,
You got a ticket for smoking Mary Jane,
And now your life is going down the drain.

The voices keep scream, scream, scream, screaming,
This is just the begin, begin, begin, beginning
If you wanna stop feel, feel, feel, feeling,
There’s a solution for everything.

Break into a zoo and let the anacondas loose!
They say your life is in god’s hands,
Maybe this is his goddamn plan!

If everything happens for a reason,
You were meant to be a heathen,
Don’t be scared of hell,
You live it every day,
You don’t wanna go to work on Monday.
You got a few screws loose, don’t reproduce,
If you always wanted to be featured on TV,
Then let the intrusive thoughts win!

Alright everybody, repeat after me,

Go postal! Yeah!
Go postal! Yeah!
Go postal! Yeah!
When this song ends, let the intrusive thoughts win!!!

Maybe you should go postal!

What?
Get naked and run through a shopping mall,
Go postal, motherfucker!
Find a decent person, and shoot them with a paintball,
Go postal, yeah!
Stop taking your meds and be an animal,
Go postal, right now!

Aaaah yeah!

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it…

(Can you hear me? I’m the voice in your head. Listen very carefully)

Go postal! Yeah!
Maybe you should go postal!
What?
Get naked and run through a shopping mall,
Go postal, motherfucker!
Find a decent person, and shoot them with a paintball,
Go postal, yeah!
Stop taking your meds and be an animal,
Go postal, right now!
Yeah!

Let The Intrustive Thoughts Win [Ft. Baptiste Cosson]

Hey, anyone hungry for a barbecue? Cause we’re having a saint’s dinner!

You barbecue just like Joan of Arc,
Joan of Arc, on a,
Joan of Arc on a cross,
Kebabing to a golden crisp.
Joan of Arc on a,
Joan of Arc on a cross.

If you choose to make sous-vide with me,
I will boil you internally,
Until it says 666 degrees
On the thermostat.

You were searching for a bathroom during an invasion,
The bridge went up without you
The French wouldn’t let you through,
The rebels made a wish,
And grilled you like a motherfucking fish.


You were captured not far from Calais and brought to the Bishop of Beauvais,
He took a look at your killstreak and said, “Let’s turn her into a buffet!”
Take this lady down to Rouen,
And get the charcoal going,
Grab some sauce get your spices
And let’s make some sacrifices!

You barbecue just like Joan of Arc,
Joan of Arc, on a,
Joan of Arc on a cross,
Kebabing to a golden crisp.
Joan of Arc on a,
Joan of Arc on a cross.

If you choose to make sous-vide with me,
I will boil you internally,
Until it says 666 degrees
On the thermostat.

The king didn’t lie,
When he said you’ll fry like rye
But before you say goodbye,
We need these flames to shoot up high.

Higher and higher,
I want more fire,
Higher and higher,
That’s not enough fucking fire!

When Pierre said, let’s have a toast,
They lit you up to roast,
France asked, hey were’s lady jones?
They said who? Oh she’s a ghost.

Joan of Arc,
Anarch,
Light her up when it gets dark,
Flick a spark,
And hail to the monarch!

You barbecue just like Joan of Arc,
Joan of Arc on a,
Joan of Arc on a cross,
Kebabing to a golden crisp.
Joan of Arc on a,
Joan of Arc on a cross.

If you choose to make sous-vide with me,
I will boil you internally,
Until it says 666 degrees
On the thermostat.

Joan of Arc,
A-R-C on a  motherfucking cross!
Throwdown like it's 1431 motherfuckers!

You barbecue just like Joan of Arc,
Joan of Arc, on a,
Joan of Arc on a cross,
Kebabing to a golden crisp.
Joan of Arc on a,
Joan of Arc on a motherfucking cross!

Joan of Arc on a,
Joan of Arc on a motherfucking cross!

Joan of Arc on a,
Joan of Arc on a motherfucking cross!

Bad Influence EP

2 Guys, 1 Chainsaw