Charles by EpicLLOYD Lyrics
Your time on earth as a bully is about to officially expire cause' you've been targeted for destruction by dis raps for hire
I hear you've been a dick to your brother sharpietwintip
Well EpicLloyd's about to exact a little bit of his vengeance
I promise
Your gonna dislike everyone one of these comments
Like you do cheese, potatoes, mayo, and most condiments
That's your brother man why do you have to be such a big jerk
You better answer me and stop grunting like one of them pigs from angry birds
I'll rip your arms off like a wookie and then eat ‘em for lunch
Then watch you flop around the ground tryin' to throw that last punch
I'm gonna mangle you Charlie and spill out of ya guts
Then serve them to you on a plate making sure the different pieces never touch
It doesn't bother me you don't like thing 1 or thing 2 that much
I think Charles here is just mad that no one ever calls him chuck
And plus
If something I wrote was a type of style that you loved
I'd have to burn it cause' that means all the lyrics I came up with sucked
You got no business sporting facial hair that's just ridiculous
Your not done growing yet
That moustache is probably bigger than your dick is
And your clothes are so Goth
I can't even see where you go
Walking around like some kind 15 year old version of the crow
I'll say this clearly once and make sure not to stutter
Quit freaking picking on your little younger brother
So sharpie when you see him
Go ahead and blow him a kiss
But then raise your fists in self defense
Cause' your on your own after this
That's it!
I hear you've been a dick to your brother sharpietwintip
Well EpicLloyd's about to exact a little bit of his vengeance
I promise
Your gonna dislike everyone one of these comments
Like you do cheese, potatoes, mayo, and most condiments
That's your brother man why do you have to be such a big jerk
You better answer me and stop grunting like one of them pigs from angry birds
I'll rip your arms off like a wookie and then eat ‘em for lunch
Then watch you flop around the ground tryin' to throw that last punch
I'm gonna mangle you Charlie and spill out of ya guts
Then serve them to you on a plate making sure the different pieces never touch
It doesn't bother me you don't like thing 1 or thing 2 that much
I think Charles here is just mad that no one ever calls him chuck
And plus
If something I wrote was a type of style that you loved
I'd have to burn it cause' that means all the lyrics I came up with sucked
You got no business sporting facial hair that's just ridiculous
Your not done growing yet
That moustache is probably bigger than your dick is
And your clothes are so Goth
I can't even see where you go
Walking around like some kind 15 year old version of the crow
I'll say this clearly once and make sure not to stutter
Quit freaking picking on your little younger brother
So sharpie when you see him
Go ahead and blow him a kiss
But then raise your fists in self defense
Cause' your on your own after this
That's it!