Correction Paroles We Told You So par The Stupendium

Featuring(s) : Dan Bull, Shwabadi, Rustage & Connor Quest

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[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Remember me? I'm that guy
That you laughed at constantly all the time
‘Cause I'd hoard supplies, read message boards online
So for the breakout, my safe house was boarded tight
And now look, when it's dark and dire
Can't get online to look up how to start a fire
Don't suck up to me, I know what your heart desires
All my survival rations, fashion, spare parts and pliers
I got the tools that you need, so for expertise, to me they run
So living my life as a hermit had benefits
Now about time that I had me some fun
Pick up a pistol, I'm painting thе walls
Bat in my fist and I'm breaking their jaws
The biggеr the git then the harder they fall
Shouldn't brag but I knew I was right all along, ha!

[Verse 2: The Stupendium]
They laughed and rolled their eyes
When I hoarded gas and stockpiled supplies
One little societal collapse and, wow!
Tell me, Dad, who’s laughing now?
‘Cause now we’re ridden with Ridden
Well, I’ll be bidding good riddance
To the miserable existence I was so sick of living
Used to sit and kill time, now I fill my time killing
All the bitten idiots who didn’t sit up and listen
I don’t miss 'em, nah, I never was the chatty type
Ain’t saying I’m okay with genocidal parasites
World burns but it’s spinning and we yearn for rotisserie
That worm turned life to a deadly kind of paradise
Cleaners swapped the mop and the suds
For a molotov, Glock and some buckets of blood
I was armageddon prepping, you were up in the club
It’s my turn for fun, you can run but I told you so

[Chorus: The Stupendium]
As the dead come to call and the darkness descends
At the end of it all’s where the party begins
Yes, we’re sad you were mauled but it’s hard to pretend
We’re not having a ball as we carve through your friends
So get busy running but we saw it coming
You thought it was funny when my oven had a gun in
We were stocking up but you were mocking all the warnings
Now we’re far too busy killing Ridden to be mourning
Yes, it’s awful to gloat
Even so, we just hope that you know
We told you so
We told you so

[Verse 3: Rustage]
Used to always tell me I should check my head
"You're mental", now their bodies have been left for dead
Not vengeful but I’m gunning like an FPS
No dental, this ain’t covered by the NHS
Metal to the heart like a pacemaker
I don’t need your stupid money, that’s just waste paper
I’m a game changer, call this grave dangers
And they waking up twenty-eight days later
Ain’t nobody care about their Facebook status
Know that I’ve been practicing with Space Invaders
Village became ridden, I’ve been staying hidden
I can be the one to light them up ‘cause
Man, I hate my neighbours
I’ll shoot my zombie mother, know I wouldn’t even hesitate
I left my room a mess but now I got no need to decorate
I don’t even care about these "better days"
‘Cause now I’m shooting all my shots at tallboys like the NBA

[Verse 4: Dan Bull]
Oi mate, this is what I’ve been waiting all day for
What my whole life before was foreplay for
I’m a full-flavoured natural-born raver
With a great flair for appalling behaviour
Rule-breaker and now there’s no lawmakers
No rules to break so I break your face bruh
Swap it for a footprint, sole trader
Knocked through the wall like a next door neighbour
I’m bloody sick of all these Joel Havers
I’ll blaze 'em like a bit of rolled paper
Fuck you, I’m Millwall at away pubs
In the morning, you’ll be lucky if you wake up
Cracked skulls in the old days down in Bermondsey
Now the whole world’s on a murder spree
And there’s nothing to do but disturb the peace
But better not splash claret on my Burberry, oi!

[Bridge: Connor Quest!]
Conner Quest's turn, here to spit the refrain
Got a real ear worm that'll grip your brain
Put the rave into grave 'til I burst with gore
So pump the volume, alert the horde

[Chorus: The Stupendium]
As the dead come to call and the darkness descends
At the end of it all’s where the party begins
Yes, we’re sad you were mauled but it’s hard to pretend
We’re not having a ball as we carve through your friends
Now I never dreamed I’d become a cleaner
But I hadn’t fathomed a janitor packing heat and
Banishing these parasitic phantoms to the ether
Sanitise the planet as a freaky form of leisure
Yes, it’s awful to gloat
Even so, we just hope that you know
We told you so
We told you so

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