Bad With Us
Holy shit, is this true?
Alastor's been defeated?
By Lucifer?
No!
Then who?
That self-absorbed TV head
Word is, he gut him fair and square
I heard Vox fucked him with a chair
Either way, it's seemin' the Radio Demon's off the air
I can't remember ever seein' power shift this fast
With all his smarmy talk, I though Vox was just gassed up
Now he's surpassed all expectations
Hell as we know it is through, he's shaken the foundations
Now that Vox's muscles are flexed
Who knows what moves those Vees will make next?
So I've had a stroke of luck, it's true
But I'm not one to rest on my laurels
What better time to reinforce our crew?
Grab an olive branch, go knock on some door-els
Why should we keep crossing swords?
After all, we're all overlords
You know you wanna be bad with us
(Bad with us)
Come and make angels mad with us
(So mad with us)
And Zeezi?
I hear that Heaven has some pretty sick venues
Open a club up, make a hubbub, drop a beat to amen to
Hey, Prick and Hatchet, best believe your gang fights are gonna be batshit
With exorcist blades, you can fill Heaven with rage
Oh, Maestro, I know a tranquil realm where you can rest
Hey, Zestial, there's old, boring shit up there
Books, tea, elder care
Mi querida, Carmilla
Are you serious?
Mm, yeah, okay, mhm
It's the dawn of a new regime
Come on, join the winning team
It's so much fun to be—
Bad with us
So bad with us
(So fuckin' bad with us)
Cha-cha-cha
No!
Stop it