Hostiles on the Hill lyrics

Hey Dak, u got that backing track? Turn it on.

Oh yeah. Go ahead, pump it up. 

Ah, I'd like to catch a firefly that's far away. I see your whole crew staring as I put this beat down.

Mm, you're like a soup can, I'm like...superman, I saw Veronica the girl that put you off blast, cuz you played harmonica in art class,

I know you want her too but you don't move cause u don't have any shoes. You touch a pom-pom, I touch an A-bomb. Mm, aw yeah.

Twenty nights in the ice is a long time, when there's Hostiles On The Hill, it's not about what they want, u just gotta walk your walk,

Twenty nights in the ice is a long time, when there's Hostiles On The Hill, it's not about what ya wear, it's all about where u are,

Oh look, it's a bad guy.

 Don't worry bout it Darius, cause I'm a mile high, and I'm the scariest.

I ride  so hard, I got u trippin, u seeing how I'm flowin, not drippin,

I think you're trippin dawg.

I'll pour sauce all up on your very nice pants. I like romance, u can't dance, heart attack on deck, ain't gotta chance, Kinda bright out, think I'll put your lights out.

(Chorus repeats)

I wish I wasn't so dang sweet, so dang sweet, so dang sweet. I wish I wasn't so dang sweet...

You are like cinnamon!

I wish I wasn't so dang sweet, so dang sweet, so dang sweet. I wish I wasn't so dang sweet...

You are like cinnamon!

Hey guys, what you doing?

Avoiding death.

Come again?

I'm avoiding Death!

And I'm really freakin, thinkin, somebody's gonna shoot me,

You'll be good bro!

I just wanna see a tree.

And u will! 

GAH! No I won't!

Shame he won't be at the barbecue, then again I guess he is a barbecue, oo, technically my lies are probably true, tell your momma not to burn my shoes,

Sassy bad guy, what do u wanna say? Before my friend pulls your legs away, cause, pretty soon, you'll literally be trippin,

Here comes a hot poker.

What we do is, wrap a wrap around, ya make it fall down,

You are like cinnamon!

I wish I wasn't so dang sweet, so dang sweet, so dang sweet,

What we do is, wrap a wrap around, make it fall down,

You are like cinnamon!

Woo!

(Chorus Repeats)

Hey, see if you can give it more bass. Hey! Where's the music.

*Disgust* Dak is dead.

I wish I wasn't so dang sweet, so dang sweet, so dang sweet...It's not about what they want...you just gotta walk your walk...I wish I wasn't so dang sweet, so dang sweet, so dang sweet...

*Zombie sound*

It's not about what u wear,

*Zombie Sound*

Dak?

*More Zombie groans*

*Sound of Fear* Hey guys-I think, I think Dak is a zombie!

Really? What'd do you mean?

I mean he's a freaking zombie!

But wait, didn't your ship just get shot?

Yes, but...Zombie!!!

That is terrible.

Yeah, u think?

You are like cinnamon!

Well that was cool