We Told You So (Explicit)

The Stupendium、Dan Bull、Shwabadi、Rustage、Connor Quest! - We Told You So (feat. Shwabadi Rustage & Connor Quest!)(Explicit)

Remember me? I’m that guy

That you laughed at constantly all the time

‘Cause I’d hoard supplies, read message boards online

So for the breakout, my safe house was boarded tight

And now look, when it’s dark and dire

Can’t get online to look up how to start a fire

Don’t suck up to me, I know what your heart desires

All my survival rations, fashion, spare parts and pliers

I got the tools that you need

So for expertise, to me they run

So living my life as a hermit had benefits

Now about time that I had me some fun

Pick up a pistol, I’m painting thе walls

Bat in my fist and I’m breaking their jaws

The biggеr the git then the harder they fall

Shouldn’t brag but I knew I was right all along, ha!

They laughed and rolled their eyes

When I hoarded gas and stockpiled supplies

One little societal collapse and, wow!

Tell me, Dad, who’s laughing now?

‘Cause now we’re ridden with Ridden

Well, I’ll be bidding good riddance

To the miserable existence I was so sick of living

Used to sit and kill time, now I fill my time killing

All the bitten idiots who didn’t sit up and listen

I don’t miss ’em, nah, I never was the chatty type

Ain’t saying I’m okay with genocidal parasites

World burns but it’s spinning and we yearn for rotisserie

That worm turned life to a deadly kind of paradise

Cleaners swapped the mop and the suds

For a molotov, Glock and some buckets of blood

I was armageddon prepping, you were up in the club

It’s my turn for fun, you can run but I told you so

As the dead come to call and the darkness descends

At the end of it all’s where the party begins

Yes, we’re sad you were mauled but it’s hard to pretend

We’re not having a ball as we carve through your friends

So get busy running but we saw it coming

You thought it was funny when my oven had a gun in

We were stocking up but you were mocking all the warnings

Now we’re far too busy killing Ridden to be mourning

Yes, it’s awful to gloat

Even so, we just hope that you know

We told you so

We told you so

Used to always tell me I should check my head

“You’re mental”, now their bodies have been left for dead

Not vengeful but I’m gunning like an FPS

No dental, this ain’t covered by the NHS

Metal to the heart like a pacemaker

I don’t need your stupid money, that’s just waste paper

I’m a game changer, call this grave dangers

And they waking up twenty-eight days later

Ain’t nobody care about their Facebook status

Know that I’ve been practicing with Space Invaders

Village became ridden, I’ve been staying hidden

I can be the one to light them up ‘cause

Man, I hate my neighbours

I’ll shoot my zombie mother, know I wouldn’t even hesitate

I left my room a mess but now I got no need to decorate

I don’t even care about these “better days”

‘Cause now I’m shooting all my shots at tallboys like the NBA

Oi mate, this is what I’ve been waiting all day for

What my whole life before was foreplay for

I’m a full-flavoured natural-born raver

With a great flair for appalling behaviour

Rule-breaker and now there’s no lawmakers

No rules to break so I break your face bruh

Swap it for a footprint, sole trader

Knocked through the wall like a next door neighbour

I’m bloody sick of all these Joel Havers

I’ll blaze ’em like a bit of rolled paper

****you, I’m Millwall at away pubs

In the morning, you’ll be lucky if you wake up

Cracked skulls in the old days down in Bermondsey

Now the whole world’s on a murder spree

And there’s nothing to do but disturb the peace

But better not splash claret on my Burberry, oi!

As the dead come to call and the darkness descends

At the end of it all’s where the party begins

Yes, we’re sad you were mauled but it’s hard to pretend

We’re not having a ball as we carve through your friends

Now I never dreamed I’d become a cleaner

But I hadn’t fathomed a janitor packing heat and

Banishing these parasitic phantoms to the ether

Sanitise the planet as a freaky form of leisure

Yes, it’s awful to gloat

Even so, we just hope that you know

We told you so

We told you so