[ Featuring KryFuZe ]
Coming in at closing time
We're gonna liven this place up
'Cuz we know at night the bots are bored
We'll give a little bit of something more
Filling up these vents real nice
With some shit from California
High risk but way higher reward
Well it was just sundown at a place in Utah
We're ventilating rooms with some powerful ganja
I didn't think I'd ever wanna visit again
Until I picked me up some gas and then invited my friends
Can you feel it, Mr. Krabs?
That's the dumbest f*cking question that I've ever asked
'Cuz I can tell it from your face and your stumbled pace
Your eyes are so red, you look like you've been pepper-sprayed
When I learned about the series back in 2014, I was very intrigued
'Cuz this was relatively new indeed
A simple game, fending off mechanical folks
While some asshole on the phone tries to show you the ropes
I'm pretty sure those doors have caused one or more fatalities
And apparently they're powered by f*cking double-A batteries
This game inspired me to make music of my own
Although technically that honor goes to The Living Tombstone (Thanks by the way)
Coming in at closing time
We're gonna blaze some f*cking grass
'Cuz we know these lonely nights are hard
(This song has nothing to do with the game)
Well if you think I'm unrefined
Then you can blow it right out of your ass
Join us and don't be such a narc
(Alright, lemme try this)
I don't think I've ever seen a pizza place so inept
Or just oblivious, or maybe not willing to accept
That their franchise is responsible for several grizzly murders
Stuff the kids inside the suits and leave their souls running in circles
No idea how they can keep up their reputation
'Cuz they probably think it's just a simple OSHA violation
Then they talk about letting all of these rumors lie
And just expect us not to question the f*cking kids that have died
So give it a rest, give it a break
Just give the dead an inch-worth of space
They're stuck in this place for God's sake
I had another verse but it slipped out my damn pocket
When I find the man who took it, I'll blow him up with a rocket
Dude, that's a little excessive
F*ck you
F*ck you too
F*ck you three
As far as I'm concerned, their killing spree isn't over
And they sure as shit ain't lucky as a four-leaf clover (Hey, those things are bullshit)
I mean, it happened many times and it's not gonna be their last
Another slip up and they'll probably have the feds up their ass
Unimaginable pain
They're enduring every day
At least for just a moment, take a toke with us
Because we know that it sucks
And that's why
We're breaking in the back, got some reefer in the sack
No, no, not that one, you idiotic quack
Brain fried, really high
I don't know how to communicate right now
Got some f*cking beans and now I'm about to eat
I don't even really remember what this song was about
But I guess it's time to pack it all up and say goodbye
But first, lemme hear it just one more time, yeah
Coming in at closing time
It all worked out in the end
I can barely pull my ass off the floor
(You know we still have more weed to smoke, right?)
And if we ever reunite
We'll make sure to bring a lot more friends
High risk but way higher reward
