Crashing Your Party

Check out the deal Mr. Statesman

Nobody up in arms no we ain’t shaken

Go call the cops (go) call the paper

You know you better run, no tellin’ our behavior

Check how they pillage on the tele

Nobody love the poor I want to yell it

I’m in the beast, in the belly, oh

You better run, cuz I’m about to kill (get) it

So give me that bow, give me that stone, give me that

Rake

I’m gonna take, I’m gonna take my place

So give me that bow, give me that stone, give me that

Rake

I’m gonna take, I’m gonna take my place

I’m sorry

I’m crashing your party

I’m sorry

I’m crashing your party

Here come the Joes in formation

Somehow they got them living in sedation

They quit waiting on a savior

Don’t dream of nothing big, just dream of a vacation

Here come the momma with her babies

(If) you look right in her eyes know she courageous

Call in the hazmat, its contagious oh

She can see right through you, the future’s hers, she’ll

Take it

So give me that bow, give me that stone, give me that

Rake

I’m gonna take, I’m gonna take my place

So give me that bow, give me that stone, give me that

Rake

I’m gonna take, I’m gonna take my place

I’m sorry

I’m crashing your party

I’m sorry

I’m crashing your party