Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cody Arbizo
Songwriter
Nathan Stone
Songwriter
David Chavers
Songwriter
Lyrics
Is that a burning Foosball table
Woah I just drank some bong water I'm really high
Sign up for fights, matches start during breakdowns
Where the rules at
Where the rats at
Boutta put my fucking head in a rat trap
Where the drinks at
Where the noose at
Bunch of party rats you better prove that
Where the rules at
Where the rats at
Boutta put my fucking head in a rat trap
Where the drinks at
Where the noose at
Bunch of party rats you better prove that
Rugging down the ruts at forty-five
Bad decisions wondering why I'm alive
But tonight's the night where everyone of us die
Lighting up strikeouts, this is my life
Pick up that couch and throw it in the fire
Nothing but chaos for everyone to admire
Put your fucking fists up and throw down in it the pit
Ain't no way you leaving without starting some shit
Hey yo rail x where the fuck you at
This is rat trap motherfuckers
The bruises we'll share
Get the fuck in here
Let's go
Pour it in the glass, drink that shit
Load another bowl, smoke that shit
Line up the cups, sink that shit
Gas on the kit, burn that shit
Pour it in the glass, drink that shit
Load another bowl, smoke that shit
Line up the cups, sink that shit
Gas on the kit, burn that shit
Where the rules at
Where the rats at
Boutta put my fucking head in a rat trap
Where the drinks at
Where the noose at
Bunch of party rats you better prove that
Where the rules at
Where the rats at
Boutta put my fucking head in a rat trap
Where the drinks at
Where the noose at
Bunch of party rats you better prove that
Throw it down
And burn your face
Pick him up and pick up the pace
Writer(s): Nathan Stone
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