Classless Act (feat. Vince Neil of Motley Crue)

Classless?
Are you calling me classless?
Well, it's about time

Half of the masses couldn't find five fingers
To fasten themselves to their minds
The famed fascist made a plan that will backlash
Incentive bait to make bombs fly
So sit back, relax, and witness the class of the classless act awry

These walls here just don't build themselves
It don't matter anyway, we'll bring them straight to hell

Welcome to the show
Find yourself a classless role
Free your feet
Heathen swing
Boogie over bullpup brass
Find yourself a classless act, oh-oh

I see you looking on the floor for tomorrow
Let me tell you just what you'll find

A paper blade to cut the corners that you borrowed
And a hole for you to slip inside

These graves here just don't dig themselves
Well, maybe we gave you
Just a little bit of motherfuckin' help

Welcome to the show (family fundamentally insane facts)
Find yourself a classless role (in on the classless act)
Free your feet
Heathen swing
Boogie 'round the X-ring track
Find yourself a classless act

Welcome to the show
Find yourself a classless role (ha-ha)
Free your feet
Heathen swing
Boogie with a match and gas
Find yourself a classless act