Big Bad Bosses Racing song lyrics

Hahahaha, yeahhh!

Torture puny humans.

Torture homie! WHAT?

I'll frickin' I'll frickin', I'll frickin',

Tie you to a frickin' flagpole,

Get your dress all dirty 'n' stuff, right? (yeah)

Put a large lava pit right next to you,

And let that mess sit for like a half an hour, (wooooo!)

Let that crown of yours melt,

Get your makeup running.

Yeah, yeah I'll straight-up get a pit with some robotic fish in it,

Just like, two or three identical bright red and yellow robotic fish.

And if you try to jump over I'll have like

Four pure white spikes in a straight line,

Each about six feet tall, (whaaat?)

That you'll land in and be like,

"Dwung!"

Ha ha ha, I'll frickin' I'll frickin' put a mansion in your way,

And fill it with hundreds of unkillable ghosts,

And while there's like, a clear way through unfortunately,

There's gotta be at least twenty,

Maybe thirty minutes of seriously confusing puzzle-platforming. Hahaha!

I'll hide your emeralds at the end of a nine mile long

SPIKE FILLED HALFPIPE BITCH!

What's uuuuuppp?

I'll sew your goddamn buttcheeks together,

And just keep feeding you (oh)

And feeding you, and feeding you, and feeding you, and

Whoa, yo yo yo dude!

That's gross, man.

That's gross.

That is gross.

I'm sorry man, I-- (gross)

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.

How the hell did we end up in this boy band?

Right? I feel like I'm losing my edge, dawg.

I haven't even built a giant version of my face in like, three months.

Yeah I don't know.

Maybe we just need some therapy or something, huh?

I mean,

Whatever, just run the track.

Run the track baby.