The Beef Boys - Radio Shack

You know
Usually I don't get down on myself like this
This time, no
She hit me different
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I thought we was on good terms
I thought it was fresh like a perm
I thought you were the one
I thought you were my "Honey-buns"
This I thought, yeah I thought
We hanging out, our spot
You know the one we got
Radio Shack, where it all began, wham

Electronics and goodies, oh what a store
Unfortunately, all it makes you now is a whore
I can't go back to that dreaded place
I feel disowned, like you rubbed dirt on my face
(That's just how I feel)

Walt the brainiac of Radio Shack
Why you got to cheat on me
He just wants you for your rack
(That's all)

Radio Shack was the death of my heart
It's where I found love, it gave me a fresh start
I poured my soul out within the red walls
Achieved great passion like Gravity Falls
Now you just got me shaving my balls
I hope you pass away, one grateful disarray of life
(I know it's harsh, but you don't deserve oxygen)

I was a light skin by the night stand
Ampersand and Amsterdam
Rudy Gobert, the cabbage man
Caris LeVert, I make a bitch squirt
More-so than that of Ernie and Bert
Like Ray Mister Rice, I'm looking nice
Jackson Mahomes, you make me enticed

I walk into my room that I've built with my bare hands
See you sucking off a whole, another man
Selma campaign, blow out my brain
Hop in front of a train, gang gang
130 Miles an hour
Nothing could hurt more than seeing you in the shower
With another dude, not trying to be rude
But I'd chop you up while you're in the nude
(And I'd like it too)

(I'm not going to complain about chopping you up, bitch)

Radio Shack was the death of my heart
It's where I found love, it gave me a fresh start
I poured my soul out within the red walls
Achieved great passion like Gravity Falls
Now you just got me shaving my balls
I hope you pass away one grateful disarray of life
(Pretty clear, I don't care for you like I used to)

Now that you left, I'm in cardiac arrest
I simply and purely cannot digest
The fact that you had an affair
Call it wear and tear
Tore me in two
Three, four or five
I want to die, I got hives
Bad vibes

If I'm ever in need of a brand new adapter
I can't go to the shack to be greeted with laughter
Have to online, now that is a pure crime
Not only did you break my soul, you gave me no control
Yeah, I should be thrilled
That you tore me into pieces
But I can't just move on from your nocturnal emissions
No, you made a mistake
Let alone, in a public place
I hope you know that you're going to pay
Not sure when, and not sure how
But when it happens your indeed going to say
"Ow"
As you get plowed by an assassin
Oh, shoot I just revealed my master plan
Renegade, lemonade
One thing I gave you was HPV and AIDS

No doubt, you got AIDS
Might want to get checked
Get some medicine maybe
I'm not too sure
But The Beef Boys are out

Written by:
George Dalle-Molle

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