[Lyric] Luchaflorida Remix (Super Famous Fun Time Guys)

[Intro: Whipstick]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Y'all ever wonder where the fuck we came from?
It ain't a land of puppy dogs and ponies, that's for damn sure
Smells like hot cat piss and menthol cigarettes year round
Check it out

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
This is the city where the super luchas came from
Undisputed and ruthless, we moving with a chainsaw
Because we hate y'all, hacking up competition
It's how we raised dog, whacking off, lots of jizzums
The land where we barter for your baby mama
No matter what the aftermath, you're stuck thеre as the father
Whеre it all started out, here we go, vomit, wow
Place ain't for the squeemish, you're needed there as the fodder pal
Fuck life our favorite currency is cocaine
Makes the pain from the squared circle seem OK
Cannibalisitic, just a man with a vision
A blam, blam with a pistol, we'll turn your fans into victims
But yo, you couldn't lace the strap on my fuckin fanny pack
Couldn't last long enough to make Legz's granny mad
Locals only, yeah, home is where the heart is
A handicap match, we'll straight beat your ass retarded
[Chorus]
Where the cocaine flows like wine
And anybody that's looking for a hell of a time
(Luchaflorida) Where the rules of the world don't fly
And everybody is encouraged to go and commit crime
(Luchaflorida) Where your life could just end in an instant
Pissing off 8 Legz and mischievous Whipstick (Luchaflorida)
Luchaflorida! Where? (Luchaflorida)
Luchaflorida! Huh? (Luchaflorida)

[Verse 2: Mr. 8 Legz]
AKA Ohio, day to day feels like a trial
Safe to say where razorblades make up most of our fucking bio
You can get boned in the yard like a Taker vs Styles
If you die then that's alright, you'll just be added to the pile
Wreaks of Black & Milds, overdose, and necrophiles
Crack a smile, Toblerone is now a weapon, when it's filed
Motorboat your mother in a mobile home, all while you're out
She finna pay for it in dome, and her change is some of my clout
Aye, hoodrats looking for some good shaft
Gonna find the head of a bat, if they fuckin' thinkin' that I would smash (Fuck away from me)
Face painted with powder, do I look like a good cat?
Flashbacks to pinata, aye yo you're someone I should smack, whoa
Shorty got a body like a--- No she don't, I buried it
Welcome to the land of making plans, all nefarious
Luchaflorida, northeast of where ya parents is
Now watch this train wreck through the glass, like aquariums, bitch
[Chorus]
Where the cocaine flows like wine
And anybody that's looking for a hell of a time
(Luchaflorida) Where the rules of the world don't fly
And everybody is encouraged to go and commit crime
(Luchaflorida) Where your life could just end in an instant
Pissing off 8 Legz and mischievous Whipstick (Luchaflorida)
Luchaflorida! Where? (Luchaflorida)
Luchaflorida! Huh? (Luchaflorida)