The Thunder Brothers (Remix)

The Thunder Brothers (Remix) Intro Ayo— Two-man storm with a bar tab gospel Walk in sideways, make the whole room hostile Boat drinks sloshin’, night already bent Two dumb prophets of bad intent Verse 1 Thunder Brothers hit the door like a tax bill due Like a shopping cart wheel when it’s wobblin’ through Like a gator in loafers at a black-tie brunch Like a fistful of static in a velvet lunch I’m loud like sneakers in a church house aisle He grin like a wolf with a coupon file We bust balls heavy like a wrecking ball sneeze Make tough guys freeze like decorative cheese I’m slick like motor oil poured on a sax He talk trash sweet like a cereal box fax We move through the crowd like a fridge on skates Like raccoons with fake IDs and excellent dates Boat drinks drip off the edge of the night Got the room all twisted like a left-hand right And the DJ look shook like “who booked these clowns?” We plant boot prints all over the gowns Hook Thunder Brothers, two bad weather reports Throw jokes so sharp they should come with a court Boat drinks up, let the bad thoughts climb If it blew up fast, man, seemed funny at the time Thunder Brothers, like thunder in a thrift-store suit Talk wild slick while we knock the roof loose Everybody mean till the beat gets prime Then they laugh real hard—yeah, seemed funny at the time Verse 2 I’m like duct tape poetry, half genius, half mess He’s like barbecue thunder in a cheap-ass vest Forced rhyme wizard with a busted gold tooth Spit game sideways like a phone booth youth I’m a lawn chair king in a hurricane stance He a bad handshake wrapped in snake-skin pants We clown the scene like a circus got robbed Like pirates doing payroll, drunk on the job Big mouth energy, motel art class Like kung fu coupons in a lowball glass We roast each face like a campfire peach Out of pocket so far we can’t hear the beach Boat drinks got umbrellas leanin’ like crime And the clock got mugged by a quarter past time Somebody yelled “yo, who let these men in?” We said “bad ideas wearing cologne and grin” Hook Thunder Brothers, two bad weather reports Throw jokes so sharp they should come with a court Boat drinks up, let the bad thoughts climb If it blew up fast, man, seemed funny at the time Thunder Brothers, like thunder in a thrift-store suit Talk wild slick while we knock the roof loose Everybody mean till the beat gets prime Then they laugh real hard—yeah, seemed funny at the time Bridge I’m like a chainsaw married to a kazoo He’s like moonshine Wi-Fi in a dirty canoe We don’t walk in clean, we arrive like a dare Like a folding chair duel at a county fair Brains half smoke, hearts all brass Mouths run hot like a tailpipe mass If the plan went south, we still call it art Like a shopping mall seance with a go-kart heart Verse 3 Thunder Brothers bang like a trunk full of pans Like gym socks, jet fuel, and contraband plans I got punchlines bent like a spoon in a fight He got one-liners dark like noon at night That don’t make sense? Exactly, that’s right We forced that rhyme like a crowbar tight We slide through the mess like casino sharks With a disco eclipse and a box of sparks Everybody postured till the room got cooked Till the whole damn joint got re-written, re-booked Boat drinks gone, but the legend still drips From the side-eye queens to the loudmouth dips And if the cops ask questions, we gone by then Like mist in a jukebox wearing wolves for skin Leave the scene tore up but the vibe sublime Signed our names with a “seemed funny at the time” Outro Thunder Brothers—bad math, great timing Gold-plated nonsense and criminal rhyming Raise that cup, let the cheap ice chime If we did too much? Seemed funny at the time.