For Whom the Bell Grandes Lyrics

You think you can get us but we're spitting fire sauce

We'll get you viscerally like the Orphan of Kos

A black bean burrito to the back of the head

You open your mouth, your salsa's going to be red

No mercy from the gods of the bell

We do what we do, and we do it quite well

Shrimp Money make it rain when we make an order

That cantina heaven from south of the border

I know I shouldn't go again

I don't want to know pain again

But I can't help myself, I'm going again

The only question is how much to spend

This is ours, this is ours, nachos

You only want one thing and it shows

There's only one thing left to do

Get a quesarito and case of rid of you

We'll make a blood oath with our crew

Whether you're straight-edge or slamming back brews

There's always one place we can be

You down with that TB? Yeah, you know me

I have a hunch

I need some crunch

I need some lunch

I need a chance

Taco Hell, what

Shrimp Money

Making an order

Cantina heaven

From south of the border

You roll with the crew now

You're safe in tortillas

But if you're not down with that

Then we'll fucking see you

You want to get hype, start a fiesta

You better crunch out or you'll get messed up

Another victim of the taco game

Shrimp Money - remember the name