Wefkthesky

Lyrics

I ride my jet with a goat on my chest, Drunker than hell and overdressed. Got F-16's twistin' like a stripper in pain, And I just pissed freedom in the Ukraine. Shepherd's on comms, bored outta his mind, While I fly so low I spank cows from behind. Pulled six G’s while eatin’ beef stew, Yelled "Fox Three!" and blew your whole damn crew. We’re the Goatherders, Seven-Ten pride, Flying war hard with dicks oversize. F-18’s hump the troposphere raw, While I bomb your mom’s house without a flaw. We don’t ask why — we just drop sh*t, Then write our names in clouds with a sweaty pit. I once bombed a convoy while scratchin' my sack, And landed with nachos stuck in the crack. F-16’s got missiles, I got style, And both of 'em fire every goddamn mile. We prank-call targets, then light ‘em up, Deliver JDAMs with a Taco Bell cup. I once shot a SAM with my middle toe, Then flipped off a drone mid-vertigo. Cue the violins, scream like goats, We orchestrate war while takin’ notes. Shepherd's chillin', drinkin’ warm Coke, While I fly inverted and crack a joke. We’re the Goatherders, the sky’s worst dream, More fuel in our blood than self-esteem. F-18’s dry hump lightning bolts, F-16’s airstrike with stripper jolts. We don’t bring peace, we bring regret, And a trail of smoke shaped like a cigarette. So next time you hear a sonic boom, It ain’t thunder — it’s your goat’s doom. We don’t fight fair, we don’t fly straight, We just fuck the sky and detonate.