Demons Lyrics

[Intro: Suzanne Sutherland] Ladies, and gentlemen, and non-binary folks of the class of 155: Wear Dude Ranch. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, Dude Ranch would be it. The long term benefits of Dude Ranch have been proven by Vice articles from the early 2000s, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the powеr and beauty of your nation. Never mind, you will not undеrstand the power and beauty of your nation until they’ve faded, but trust me. In another 161 episodes you’ll look back at all the memes and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous Sam really looked with a man bun. You are not as punk as you imagine. Don't worry about the future, or worry and know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by asking Nate Ruess for help. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blindside you while you’re skateboarding all alone at night through the streets of Montreal. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s pods. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re celebrated in Canadian media journalism, sometimes you're not. The race is long, and in the end it’s only with The Ringer. Remember the good sclusies, FORGET THE BAD ONES. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old fan accounts, throw away your archives, but trust me on the Dude Ranch [Commie Rae Jepsen] Hello? This is Blink-155 You're now listening to Blink-155 Here’s the ad libs you requested Uh! Ah! Yeah. Mmm-Hmm Uh. Uh. uhhhh Yeah. Hee Yeaah! (155) Woo Ha! [Verse 1: Josiah] I can’t believe i have to actually write a fuckin rap verse. (Uh) The Chains said it best, “how many likes is my life worth?” (What?) Travis killed the beat, Famous Stars sticker on the hearse, (Yeah) And if you think this song is bad, my friends it gets a lot worse We’re all in on fallen, we fall in, we’ve all been No small things just fall things, it’s autumn, we’re fallin’. (Alright) More giggles than Fallon. All giggles, no talent Not cancelled but called in, we’ve all sinned, we’re fallen. (155) [Verse 2: S. Reidy] S. Reidy, Blink-155 nation (Blink-155) Josiah, Sam yo I see you. Yeah Crowds scatter, planes crashin’ when the storm hits Dark matter’s just a cymbal that we all miss Trace back to the line count all your steps Place bets on your legs ‘cause you rub necks It gets dark when you’re hidin’ from the sunshine Creep to the bone, draw a sword at the same time Knowin’ they about to miss me like a Tom song Gettin’ risky like Josiah with the long johns Yeah I’m a beast and I'm feeling ya, I’ma take it there When I see you I'ma beat you just like a ring snare I can take you to the places you never saw But beating me’s impossible like gettin’ Tom on the pod. (1-5-5) [Verse 3: Trokie] Yo, Arizona nation recording live This one’s for Normy 155 He’s from Tucson where i was raised So we both know Scrappy’s was the place That any kid could see The Format play And fuck 21, this is all ages Smash cut, high school graduating Singing, “give it up” as I cross the stages Pick me up, I'm fallen Arizona DIY is callin’ Pop punk kings of Peoria, AZ But Tucson’s king is surely Normy I think his accent’s kind of suss But yo, in the nation he's one of us! First time, long time, the name is Trokie Shout out to Nate and Sam and JoZ [Verse 4: Alex Lemoine] Say a prayer for our pet Sally You’ve got fans all over from the Arizona valley To Australia I won't regale ya With every other area It's RIP Sally mania Just like Sally, the pod’s almost over Won't be no reboot no spots to take over Let the naysh have some fun. 155 is done Say it back everyone, “long live Blink-161.” [Verse 5: Rhi Rhi Carter] Rhi Rhi Carter here to cause a ruckus Gonna bring the crew together like the communist caucus Sam and J scoochie boochie got a wet ass coochie Droppin' rhymes on the beat like I'm ‘bout to drop a sclusie From the vineyard, go hard Langley, Abbotsford Backyard drummers, viking eyes, I'm a wizard Snitch tag tattler, junior battler Naysh on the posse cut, now I’m outta here [Verse 6: @Parody155pod] Shirtless on the mic like I'm Bill Billingsley Ya feel me? I’m feelin' this Ain't been around, you missing me? Boo-hoo. I miss you, miss you Little parody, but who knew, who knew Weed stink like poo poo pee pee? Screamin’, “R.I.P. Sally!” every day, B Straight shittin’ long johns on the daily Nightcore versions never fail me. (155) She call me Dan Reynolds. She imagine my dragon Tweets flaggin’. Dickies saggin’. Bevie crackin’ Normy’s lackin’ Hinder backin’. Leo Dehoe can get a smackin’ 155 parody I ain't no joke you can catch a vape smoke Now your edge broke Then she spoke my name and I knew she was faithful Damn shawty got them lips of an angel Took off her jacket then she dropped my pants Kung fu grip, jackin’ me for my dude ranch La musica de 1-5-5 [Verse 7: 182bysummer] Don't know how to rap reading lyrics on a sheet All i got is this Blink type beat Back to school with Mr. Drew, sir Wake up to fun. Call that Nate Ruess-ter I love this naysh. I’m edge, no sin Throw Gs in the chat. Throw Tonks in the bin Another one [Verse 8: lawbster31] Fallen, fallen down but you pick me pick me up If I'm fallen then I'm all in but I'm all in so all's well All's well that ends well but it's all hell so Globe Hell Warning: not that "posse" shit This that World Wide Fallen Interlude [Verse 9: Geologist of the Pod] Hiding in the basement sleeping on the pavement Dope picks, no tricks, on Insta I’m a player But no, they just want me for my body It ain't easy being geologist of the pod [Verse 10: Gabe Sluis, Sick Jacken(Both)] A cup of butter, a cup of white sugar, a cup of brown sugar, 2 large eggs, a couple of spoons of vanilla, and one of baking soda. Two teaspoons of hot water. Half a teaspoon of salt. Three cups of flour. Two cups of chocolate chips and maybe one of walnuts The directions are next Preheat to 350. Bake about 10 minutes, or until the edges are nicely browned Down, down, down Pick me up I'm falling Down, down, down Pick me up I'm falling. (1-5-5) Down, down, down Pick me up I'm falling [Verse 11: David Haddad] Rap’s all about talking your shit up in a song So for the record, I got cheddar and you know my schlong’s Delonge No wait, I can do better, yeah you know my dongs so long Fuck, ah shit whatever, i’ll just listen to the pod I got 155 problems but a Twitch ain't one I got 155 reasons why that dude ranch cum, son I got that flow like a river run Wendy Clear sails on with that forbidden love No foolin, I been poolin, 68ing, shooting rope Rest in Peace Sally, she got angel wings, or maybe lips, I hope You know, this track ain't seeker sensitive More explosive than laxative Dysentery Gary gives Josiah flash back ass splash drips Oh, look at me go Shittin’ hot fire, diarrhetic flow Move over Pagemen, I’m coming for ya, so I’m blowing smoke up to the stars and getting higher than em, bro [Verse 12: poliscialex] I wake up in the morning, already on bone. (I’m on bone) I’m scissoring politely, a fact that’s well known The science that I politic, you might not like Can't say I'm still with her, so fuck you Fat Mike. (R.I.P.) These bars that I'm spittin’ ain't ever gonna stop My rappin’ game like Baby Yoda gettin’ that top Put chicken wings on bone, and dip ‘em in some honey Then they drip, drip, drip just like me, I’m so money My dealing with the pod has been a broad spectrum From my Boxing Day cover to my prolapsed rectum! But the pod’s end is nigh, I gotta give respect And since I am from Utah, I’ll add a flippin’ heck So lets drop this posse cut, it’s lowkey litty Then I’ll pet Josiah’s Woody. Relax, I mean his kitty (meow) [Verse 13: Ivo Ouden] Uh. Yeah. OK Rap’s not crap, but I’m crap at it But i wanna make the posse cut so i don't give a shit And the Dutch naysh gotta represent so here i am And i shout out to my friends; also to my man Bill Billingsley You’re a legend man, stay rad and stay free Also shout out to the naysh and Blink-155 I’m so happy and glad to have you in my life Bye [Mark Hoppus] Ohhh. Wait, what was 155 before? [Verse 14: Shoes Robinson] What up Shoes? Lace ‘em up, lace ‘em up, lace ‘em up My Nikes tied tightly, I’m likely righteous as fuck Scuff your Doc Martens, your Crocs, moccasin, Chucks So hot I run the whole damn game in a pair of Uggs And, Uh, that’s ugly, yeah you can’t fuck wit’ me Nah, I’m Shoes Robinson uh, and this a robbery. Yeah So run the jewelry, gold tooth and Tunies please Your ends are hindered by the Hinder cover MVP This beat is corny like a BM Shoes is moving like Cena, you can’t see him A laundry list of list of reasons all the people wanna be him A longer list of men and women slidin’ in my DMs Yeah, battin’ .500 for both teams Gonna need 3 hands so I can hold rings I’m the champ, Kyle Lowry runnin’ pick and roll Came through in my Umbro just to kick it shoutin’ “GOOOOOOOAL!” (ha ha.) [Verse 15: Polar Popz] Polar Popz poppin’ off on this track Pod punk representing from Halifax I’m a shoe-gaze queen, I’m a Waifu meme And yeah, I’ll see you in your wet dreams Hit the bong, smoke a J, vapor with some concentrate Just gotta keep the high it's the only way Once was a Tom girl, and now I'm all about Mark But Scott on the drums makes my heart really spark Been a pop punker since day one Green Day, Blink, Good Charlotte and Sum 41 Sparkle like a soda and I’m sweet to the taste But when this pop goes flat, you better be braced [Josiah] Ooh baby wants the pud pud [nate-155] Nate 155 [Josiah] Ooh baby wants the pud pud [Verse 16: nate-155] If you're coming for Nate then you're coming for me Got me hotter than boiling water, its 161 degrees Celsius. Your jealousy is amazing I promise all this money from Patreon doesn’t change me Got all the smoke for you pod mass, I’m cig Mark Too busy talking ‘bout dog ass and Joan of Arc Fuck rules, fuck books, I’m not playing the part Can’t read your context clues just like I’m David Parke I’m feelin’ gaudy today like I’m rocking gold chains “Thank god for punk rock” tatted and I got a lip ring It’s me and Billy B. riding caddies by STT ‘Cause the logo looks backward When you stare right through the window pane Talkin’ to JoZ about funko collections When I'm with Sam it's goodie like grocery store perfection Indie 88 ‘bout to teach them boys a lesson Don't be comin’ for the pod, the whole gang is chin checkin’ [Verse 17: contextclues155] Context clues in the mutha fuckin’ house With a dick pill for the mutha fuckin’ mouth R.I.P. Sally, let me be your peggy sue Sammy and Josiah are two stand up dudes And I’m down, down, down, to wear some long johns on a jog Posse cut verse got my mind all in a fog Free punk lyrics and I just don’t give a fuck 68 a lamp, and with a genie and some luck Tom Delonge will come join us on the pod We’ll treat him like a king, no cap and on God [Verse 18: Fiona Schick] It's just one of those days Where you don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked Everybody sucks You don't really know why But you wanna justify Rippin' someone's head off No human contact And if you interact Your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker! It's just one of those days Blink-155 Just Drew Show Saturday Streamers Globe Hell Warning [Verse 19: b155aus] Ok cunts, it’s B155 AUS here with a PSA about spring time in Australia I’m not taking the P-1-5-5 Watch out for the fucking SWOOPY BOYS Black with white, wingspan like an air strike Magpies. Black and white demon Coming at ya where ya can't see man, women, or they It’ll fuck up your day Start of September, only one aim: DISMEMBER! Fucking Pack a Cone Stay at home (Aww, that's good weed mate) And don't even think of disrespecting their nesting zone SWOOPY BOYS, SWOOPY BOYS Protect ya neck from them SWOOPY BOYS SWOOPY BOYS, SWOOPY BOYS Protect ya neck from them SWOOPY BOYS A flat fish took out Steve Irwin. (Rest in Peace, king) A pup ate a baby. (Dingo ate my baby!) Like every other animal in Australia these birds do not give a FUCK about you or me (Dog cunts!) [Chorus] Down, down, down Pick me up, I'm falling [Commie Rae Jepsen] Another one [Verse 20: RT155] Gotta punker on the mic That shit don’t sound right End your shit in 13 seconds, Conor Mcgregor fight While I'm sipping on a mix of Jolly Ranchers and Sprite “Hey man, why’d ya write a rap?” I fuckin’ did it out of spite, yeah So hold up for a second got ya spinnin’ round like these vinyls that im pressin’ Sick inside from ‘rona got me feelin my depression At least Sam can still go to his online Harvard lessons Reppin blink-155, that's Sam, JoZ and Bill Black and white together like a simple creatures pill Retweet 1-5-5, I take it you ain’t ever heard of me I’m gonna end this shit now. This rap is fuckin’ absurdity [Bill Billingsley] Sam E and JoZ Bill Billingsley here [Verse 21: Contributor 23] Yo, it’s the posse cut That means i got the guts to just drop a rup. That’s a rap with a U A Blink no 82 I’m talking 5-5. That’s high fives to my guys and Bill Billingsley He's still filling these Cadillacs from Travis. That’s dishwasher money I spit on tha dummy You're not feeling this? Then you're not feelin’ my posse Josiah Hughes, he flows fire to Sam Sutherland, he’s shuddering a dammits the last episode I guess But don't get depressed Because they'll still be friends They’ll still keep in touch-down boy So many Tom songs are problematic! [Verse 22: dombarker211] Pass the mic to your boy, Dombarker’s the handle Lookin for a pod normy? I’m at least one example I may not be from Tucson but I wear my hat backward So don’t expect me to know what band you’re talking about Now with that out the way let’s cut quick to the meat This interlude is fuckin sick with a helluva beat I admit some songs ring like a dishwasher rack Call it dated dog shit, but Travis Barked on this track Yes and joking aside, I’d be lost without you When Sam cooked up the pod, I’m so thankful he thought to Find Josiah a venue to park 5600 hours of his playful snark And was gracious enough not to edit it down Birth a nation to laugh with while driving around That’s it, just like mom and dad, now I’m thru Drop the mic, save, and export to d-r-u [Verse 23: bringerofmydad] Y’all dont even wanna fuck with 1-55 All you other dumb pop punk podcasts best be stayin’ in line We are shining new rhymes all the way from Cheshire to Nine Josiah and Sam climb to the stars one song at a time Our podcast cums dude ranch while you long john yourself from fear We woke as fuck, get your god damn weak takes the fuck outta here Your identity politics are shit Go consensually suck a dick you pricks! UHHHH! [Verse 24: Will for Thrill] Will for Thrill on the cut, and we kickin’ it raw When I catheterize beats they suck my dick through a straw Lyrically it’s just a fact that no one else can do it better Yeah my rhymes are blazing hot like Texas weather in a sweater Yo my flow is so cold they had to bundle it up It’s like a Dairy queen blizzard when they flip the cup Sure maybe i can’t sing a ballad quite like Nate Ruess Or pick at a guitar like Stevie playin’ the blues ‘Stead i had to settle for the world’s greatest rapper And and your girl callin’ me the worlds best ass clapper It’s not enough to be the best, I’m trying to get better If you had a top 5 list I'm U-M-B-C the upsetter What's good for the goose is even better for the gander Now i don’t wanna hear no slander, ‘cause you know I'm droppin’ hammers Now we got a lot of verses so I’ll keep things short 155 against everybody we are here to save the world! [Verse 25: Cooper Kalamat] I've been down with the Naysh since 074 Way before Vampy Weekend was considered hardcore Who knew what fate had in store When the boys bagged the man, who? Scott Raynor (1-5-5) Yeah they got Scott Raynor I would die for this pod and all it stands for Like Sally and Matty and Teen Prez '24 I just wish I was more punk and liked Star Wars But the end is near, man times are weird The void is much larger than it may appear And what we gonna do when our Fridays are clear Let's just pray for more songs and 3 more years Death is the enemy, erase my memory Death is the enemy, erase my memory Death is the enemy, erase my memories Get Tom on the pod, you can do it for Bill Billingsley [Verse 26: Split Hairs] Split Hairs here One half free punk lyrics here we go (1-5-5) F-R-I-D-A-Y That's when I listen to my favorite guys Josiah, Sam, Nate from fun There’s room in the naysh for everyone Spend a lotta time talkin’ youtube clips Makin’ mouth noises, farts, and sips Never thought we’d make it 156 Now the pod’s almost over, but we stay together for the bits [Verse 27: MC Laminiergerät] Blink-155 represent in Germany This shit goes worldwide like this virus emergency It's your bilingual genius on the fucking mic y'all Du weißt y'all, Tom Mark Travis, sie sind eins-a Rappin’ in two languages Es gibt echt nichts besseres Ich blinzel hundertzweiundachtzig mal und ich Denk mir you're whack as shit Josiah und Sam haben keine Ahnung was ich texte Doch ich schwöre, es ist das fucking beste Oh and one more thing, fuck Leo DeHoe Fuck your band, fuck your videos, fuck everything you stand for You don't belong in this fanbase, c'est la vie Arrivederci Rest in peace Sally [Verse 28: Christian Sam from the Future] Fast forward 12 years later You wake up in the isogenic chamber You ask me what year is this and who are you hurr? I said it’s 2032 blur, I’m Christian Sam from the future The youth pastor Coming at cha Josiah was right all along So now I’m taking no more hits from the bong Just strictly tips from the bible I went to a dark place after the libel Hashtag #SutherlandIsCanceled did explode In the debris front the controversial Dammit episode Shawn Mendes’ lawyer couldn't save me But Jesus forgave me I went to church and got my life right Junior Battles covered “Heaven is a Halfpipe” And once the pod was through It was less Blink-182 More Sam 2:11 Ecclesians, chapter 4, verse 7 Our judgement night will all come, that's a given I just hope the nation gets to join me and Sally in heaven Blink-155 [Verse 29: Andrew Dine] I was small fry new to pods I was scrolling once Found this gem you know the rocks how Dumpweed I was hooked like a fish from the first word Two dorks talking Bink on tip toes around the aged slurs The next three months zoomed woo hoo like a blur Met Bill, said bye to Sally, cig Mark, bean tea Free punk lyrics fuck money (Wait, what was 155?) I caught the pack at 140, Going Away to College All the Sclusies ate em up Patreon take my dollars Then came the streams, I put faces to your words The lips of all these angels spreading peace with the birds Cash for the cause fuck you to old Chauvin With a nation like ours I get patriotism So here's my call to arms, 16 bars, posse cut For better or for worse I guess this is growing up [Verse 30: Buttermuffin161] Mic check. 1-6-1 butermuffin here gettin it done We got Toronto, Salt Lake, Calgary and Sac town San Diego up to Abbotsford and back down L.A., London, all the way to Wodonga The nation’s huge and it keeps getting stronger Montreal, New York, Indonesian The bunny squad’s in your menchies all season 1, 2, 1-5-5, where’s old Bill I wanna go for a drive Tom needs a dog and it’s gotta be trained Get back to the Dude Ranch and off the Black Rain Tom for real, get on the pod It has to happen - no cap, on God I’ll be listenin’ on bone like rod Fuck your grass. No lawns, no sod This goes out to the pod and its disciples F’s in the chat, R.I.P. Fatrick Michaels [Verse 31: Luke Irving] First shout out goes out to my man Drew And Kyle from All the Small Things who said, “I’ll learn you” Bill B. drives us around in Travis’ Cadillac While Rachel’s on board to stop our hair looking wack Down under there's Smelly Chops, Matty, Nick, Joel and Jason Reppin the south of the equator nation And if you need some philosophy Look no further than our girl Fifi Now it’s time to have fun with our boy Nate Ruess (Ruech?) We spend every Friday tweetin’ with The Fentooz Of course I’m gonna mention Georgia on this track The Geordie of the pod. Let’s have some G’S IN THE CHAT! G G’s in the chat Shout out to the pod wives, Sara and Ashley See the pod take over our lives Now the time has come for me to stop spittin’ this fire Show some love to Sam and Josiah [Verse 32: Teen Jazz] Well here's a little rhyme that I made for a podcast Yeah, that’s right, I made something for a podcast Think that's weird? Have you ever heard of Hinder? Yeah, never mind, forget i even went there Now what’s this pod even all about? After 3 years, still haven't figured it out It’s got stories of sketchy Air B&Bs And a cautionary tale of drinking Slurpees Dishwasher sounds and backyard dentistry TV repairs and snakes in purgatory Man buns and the sinner’s prayer Lemme grab a sap sucker from the Dep downstairs Memers and a few guests named Chris Runescape felon and Mark Hoppus Tim Heidecker, Dan Reynolds, and Nate Ruess And last but not least Blink-182 [Verse 33: Matthew Ohanian] Where are you? And I’m so sorry Delonge you missed your chance to get in on this party (Tom Delonge’s a wanker!) See you don’t give the nation the Mark Hoppus treatment (Tom Delonge’s a wanker!) So sit down and shut up for once and I’ll learn you this sequence (Tom Delonge’s a wanker!) You know you’re pathetic, your Ford Tough aesthetic As fake as the punk cred you had after Scott left You really can’t sing, you used to be charming But this AVA shit is just embarrassing This isn’t Star Wars, no you don’t have the force You’re doing busy work for some CIA dorks You’re a poser, you’re delusional, you’re a fuck boy you’re a jerk I think it’s about time for the boys to file for divorce You’ve got a lot of time to do your mistress on the side But i guess you’re just too busy to do Blink-155 You’ve got a lot to say to your teenage girl fans But not a single word for the Sutherland stans You fucked with the naysh and the bonds broke for good Break up with us once and we’re never doing neighborhoods (Tom Delonge’s a wanker!) (Fish tracks) (Tom Delonge’s a wanker!) Gotta face facts, you'll never come on the pod I guess you’re too fucking busy fucking cumming in your dog We tried to be civil and talk Aliens Exist But time’s run out, you fucked around, the nation’s fucking pissed You think you can come crawling back it’s not gonna be like that The posse will stand arm-in-arm, you’re gonna hear us spit back “Hell na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na” [Verse 34: Toes.exe] Toes.e-x-e I’m a little tiny puppy yo, yes that’s me What’s up? Fuck! Never rapped before Show me some respect or I’ll shit on the floor (Ohhhh!) Rap game. Tom Delonge Have ya talking aliens while they droppin’ bombs Oh! It's a 9/11 reference. Sort of They didn't really drop bombs on 9/11 Uh they did a lot after and before though Shit’s fucked up La musica de 1-5-5 [Verse 35: Fuzzy Eric] Travis Barker plays with such machismo Siento que un problemo eso capitalismo I’m recording a verse, ya gotta call me later I’m as coherent as a Facebook post from Paul Schrader I only rap on beats that sound like a select screen If I say something offensive, feel free to correct me I feel like I’m in the lord's song, we’re on each other’s team I just want josiah to be happy by any means This beat is so zesty It’s gonna test me Like oooo you gonna make me do somethin’ My lyrical inspiration? Good gracious it's gotta be Joanna Newsom Read political theory And Then you hear me And then you'll be enlightened If i get invited to your show, I'm not gonna go if the bill is all white men [Verse 36: Big Cum] Hi my name is uh Big Cum and I’m here, I’m here uh to rap for you Here we go It’s Big Cum rubbin’ at ya, ya better jerk faster When it comes to ‘bating, your mom says you’re a master Cum shots, they just don’t miss Stick to your body like the morning mist If you’re kind maybe I’ll blow a little kiss ‘Cause I know you can't get enough of this Yo, Big Cum We got the posse cut, straight from the naysh Coming to spread dude ranch on your face Making a mess all over the place Is this a jerk off? You lost the race So my timing was a little off at a point. Um, I’m sure you can edit it, or you can keep it. I don't really care. My name is Big Cum, Have a good day [Verse 37: The Fentoozler] TURN MY HEADPHONES UP I SAID TURN MY MOTHER FUCKIN’ HEADPHONES UP TOOZLER! 2020, MADISON, WISCONSIN YOU FUCKIN’ IDIOTS LET’S GO SNORTING ADDERALL OFF OF INFINITE JEST FEELIN’ HASHTAG #INFINITEBLESSED TO BE FACE DEEP IN INFINITE BREASTS BUT WHAT DO YOU EXPECT IT'S FENTOOZLER, BABY YOU KNOW WHO IT BE. I JUST CAME HERE TO SPILL ALL THE TEA BUT I SPIKED IT WITH KLONOPIN AND AMBIEN AND NOW I CAN'T RECALL 2003 SO NOW I’M STEADY SMOKIN TREES LIKE THE DAY AND NIGHT AIN’T SHIT TO ME YOU GOTTA PROBLEM, YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME I’M ON THE STOOP GETTING DOME FROM YOUR WIFEY ITS BLINK-155 VERSUS GOD DAMN EVERYBODY TOOZLER! [Verse 38: Dustin Bromley] Like a frugal oogle This is Brutal Poodle Blink one eight let’s spill the tea When it comes to drumming Travis hits harder When it comes to bite he’s just a barker Mark Hoppus, OG he’s the last of us Posi dad Tweets are set to maximum Tom Tom Tom you been gone gone Delonge Tom Tom Tom you been gone gone Delonge Matt? Who? Just a sheep in Tom’s Clothes Recharge his bank when Alkaline cash got low Scott you’re the Motherfucking GOAT, Raynor T-b-h You should be Travis’ trainer Sammy, JoZ, you keep us alive 68 182 161 155 [Verse 39: Sam Sutherland] Here’s a little story I’ve got to tell About a gold prospector we all know so well It started way back in the Yukon rush When Sam McGee from Tennessee led his dogs to mush Shit got very cold by Christmas day So we decided Lake Lebarge was the place to stay Sam was feeling bad so we swore an oath I’d cremate his remains unless death came for us both At the same time But it didn't! Sam died And now i have to find a way to cremate him with pride Then i found a boat called the Alice May And I burned that mother fucker in that old boat grave But wouldn't you know Sam had other plans When i walked back in he was alive as any man There’s that Sam lookin calm in the roar With a smile as wide as the Alice May’s door He said, “please close the door or you’ll let in the storms Since I left Tennessee it’s the first I've been warm” There are strange things done under the midnight sun But the strangest I ever did see Was a 3 hour podcast About jizz and bombast But also the cremation of Sam McGgee [Clip from Hamilton performed by Lin-Manuel Miranda (Clip provided by Emma from @PunkGoesPod)] I'ma get a scholarship to King's College I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish I gotta holler just to be heard With every word, I drop knowledge! I - *record scratch* Blink-155 I'm on bone [Outro: 2 time Grammy winner Nate Ruess and Sick Jacken] Maybe it’s the cocaine, oh Maybe it’s the molly, whoa I know it’s not the xanny But i know that she wants me I’ve been conjuring the realm I try to sacrifice myself My soul ain’t up for rent because it wasn’t mine to sell, no Down, down, down Pick me up I’m fallen Pick me up I’m fallen Mmmmm Down, down, down Pick me up I’m fallen Pick me up I’m fallen Ooooo Down, down, down Pick me up I’m fallen Down, down, down Pick me up I’m fallen Pick me up I’m, pick me up I, pick me up I’m Fallen