Bandit
Knocked down
Back in the street
Fagin glarin at me
I ain't got anything
To show
For my misadventures
After this I'll need dentures
The life of the indentured
Livin' like a bandit
Livin' on the bottom with the monkies
I can't stand it
Can't wish my way out of this
Like Aladdin
But I want my own franchise
Like John Madden
Hit the grind
I'm chompin at the bit
Not afraid of a fight
There's blood in my spit
Gonna fake it 'till I make it
Like it's all a skit
Glory isn't given so I'm gonna steal it
I want my payday so I'll plan the heist
The chill is gone, frosty is cold as ice
I'm gonna Grinch your place if you're naughty or nice
It's not my money so I don't care about price
Listen to the times there's a new zeitgeist
And it'll give you a fright, more than poltergeist
A hundred level sneakin like you're three blind mice
Sly coon goon won't stop 'till I got what's mine
I have one request
Dear Pastor
Please pass the Passover meal
Before mass is over
I'm missin on my mission to Mars
With the NASA rover
I met an Asian in beige
Who said that Cajun is king
But Malaysians cagin birds
Just like chicken wings
Just like chicken wings
Just like chicken fried
Honey bunches baby corn
Maybe on the side
Maybe get some baby carrots
Man I can't decide
I think I need a minute
Let the best ride
I came to my senses
Thank God for Lady Luck
Cuz I dropped of that B
And told IHOP to pick her up
Back in the street
Fagin glarin at me
I ain't got anything
To show
For my misadventures
After this I'll need dentures
The life of the indentured
Livin' like a bandit
Livin' on the bottom with the monkies
I can't stand it
Can't wish my way out of this
Like Aladdin
But I want my own franchise
Like John Madden
Hit the grind
I'm chompin at the bit
Not afraid of a fight
There's blood in my spit
Gonna fake it 'till I make it
Like it's all a skit
Glory isn't given so I'm gonna steal it
I want my payday so I'll plan the heist
The chill is gone, frosty is cold as ice
I'm gonna Grinch your place if you're naughty or nice
It's not my money so I don't care about price
Listen to the times there's a new zeitgeist
And it'll give you a fright, more than poltergeist
A hundred level sneakin like you're three blind mice
Sly coon goon won't stop 'till I got what's mine
I have one request
Dear Pastor
Please pass the Passover meal
Before mass is over
I'm missin on my mission to Mars
With the NASA rover
I met an Asian in beige
Who said that Cajun is king
But Malaysians cagin birds
Just like chicken wings
Just like chicken wings
Just like chicken fried
Honey bunches baby corn
Maybe on the side
Maybe get some baby carrots
Man I can't decide
I think I need a minute
Let the best ride
I came to my senses
Thank God for Lady Luck
Cuz I dropped of that B
And told IHOP to pick her up
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Gillispie
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