Haute Tropique

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Rarely does chi factor into The type of people he chooses to consume He likes 'em big and overgrown More meat to gristle, more muscle he can hone [Verse 2] Two Hmongs from a deli, he sriracha'd and jellied And made a corset out of them for his belly A Haitian from Florida's now a rug in his foyer A girl from Delaware is a high-arched back chair The paperboy's a paperweight, Alberta's a lampshade The fireman's an ashtray, The DJ spins as fan blades "When will it end, oh, these horrible things?" He asks himself nightly, voices in his head sing [Chorus] "You're born what you're meant to be If you're bad, then be bad the best If you're good, stay away from me We're a bad influence, we're the best" [Bridge] If you wanna steal, go and steal what you want! If sniffing women's heels gets you off, I won't watch! And if you gotta dress like a fox in distress in the woods Well, you can, and you could, and you should! [Verse 3] Oh, here's a story of a lovely lady Who had three daughters who drove her fucking crazy She hacked 'em up with an old machete And threw a party with dead daughter confetti I comb my hair! (hair!) I brush my teeth! (teeth!) I eat my peas like a good boy's supposed to I wear a tie! (tie!) Boa constrictive (snake!) I eat my pride like a lion's supposed to [Chorus] You're born what you're meant to be If you're bad, then be bad the best If you're good, stay away from me I'm a bad influence, I'm the best You're born what you're meant to be If you're bad, then be bad the best If you're good, stay away from me We're a bad influence, we're the best
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