Bad With Us

Holy shit, is this true?

Alastor's been defeated?

By Lucifer? (No!) Then who?

That self-absorbed TV head

Word is, he got him fair and square

I heard Vox fucked him with a chair

Either way, it's seemin' the Radio Demon's off the air

I can't remember ever seein' power shift this fast

With all his smarmy talk, I though Vox was just gassed up

Now he's surpassed all expectations

Hell, as we know it is through, he's shaken the foundations

Now that Vox's muscles are flexed

Who knows what moves those Vees will make next?

So, I've had a stroke of luck, it's true

But I'm not one to rest on my laurels

What better time to reinforce our crew?

Grab an olive branch, go knock on some door-els

Why should we keep crossing swords?

After all, we're all overlords

You know you wanna be bad with us

Come and make angels mad with us (so mad with us)

And Zeezi?

I hear that Heaven has some pretty sick venues

Open a club up, make a hubbub, drop a beat to amen to

Hey, Prick and Hatchet, best believe your gang fights are gonna be batshit

With exorcist blades, you can fill Heaven with rage

Oh, Maestro, I know a tranquil realm where you can rest

Hey, Zestial, there's old, boring shit up there

Books, tea, elder care

Mi querida, Carmilla

Are you serious? (Mm, yeah, okay, mhm)

It's the dawn of a new regime (whoa)

Come on, join the winning team (it's so much fun to be)

Bad with us

So bad with us (so fuckin' bad with us)

Cha-cha-cha

No (stop it)