Bugout Society / Boswell’s Rap

I said
We’re the boys of BOS
You know that we don’t ever fess
When we walk down the street
Whoever we meet
We have to tell them to get back on their feet
I say yo homeboys, get off your knees
They say”Boswell bless you” when I sneeze
Hey Boswell, you know it’s true but we wouldn’t want to offend a god like you!
Yo. I’m not a god, I’m just a king. And those just be two different things
I’m the king of thrash, I’m the king of skank
And if you’re into hardóre you got me to thank
Yo I’m the gamp this is a bore, mosh it up one two three four

We’re the bugout society
Don’t know what we want we want to be free
We just want to have some fun
Don’t take orders from anyone

Society
Society

We just want to fool around
We produce an awful sound
We’ve got a band, we can’t play
When we don’t know the words we just say hey

Hey hey hey hey hey hey society
Hey hey hey hey hey hey society
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Yo man pass me one of those chocolate cows over there

Society
Society
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