[Verse 1: GameboyJones]

Hopped on the beat, then I went Super Saiyan

That line just got me one mill' in the bank

Anime rap is the shit that is paying

When all of my skills are the lowest in rank

My house got a moat, I drive a Bugatti

And whipping big boats, I don't do Lil Yachty's

With all of this money, been eating so good

I'm like Choji - the way that I got a big body

They say I'm lame 'cause I rap about fiction

But, honestly, don't you all do the same shit?

You ain't got a house, and you don't have no money

You don't pop no guns, and you don't got that whip

See, ain't it funny? You character rap

'Cause I know that ain't you that you put in the story

And if you don't like me and think that I'm boring

Just stay in your Lane, I ain't talking 'bout Tory

Nah, I'm just playing, man, I know my shit is wack, bro

But you ain't shocked, that's the opposite of Zapdos

DPS, why'd you even buy that Mac Pro?

Say a reference, automatic - how my cash flows

Coming to your live from the basement

We don't kill shit, no Freddy or Jason

I'm complacent, no need for innovation

I got the formula, copy and paste it

It's amazing, everything that I'm lacking in skill

Ultimately are what pays for my bills

Just bought a house, but that Easy Bag hitting

I'll go buy another in Beverly Hills

[Chorus: Daddyphatsnaps]

Who got time for a chorus? It's an Easy Bag, yuh

Oh, my numbers look enormous, it's an Easy Bag, woah

I don't care about performance, just an Easy Bag, yuh

Having talents not important, what is? Easy Bag, yuh

Who got time for a chorus? It's an Easy Bag, yuh

Oh, my numbers look enormous, it's an Easy Bag, woah

I don't care about performance, just an Easy Bag, yuh

Having talents not important, what is? Easy Bag, yuh

[Verse 2: Daddyphatsnaps]

Pop that champagne, it's a celebration

Finessing anime bags, zero hesitation

I just make a reference, and the Guac, it fall

I say I'm over nine thousand, and they shocked and awed

I got that central heating, it's luxury I'm chasing

This bass is shaking all the coasters in my mother's basement

Strapped with all the greatest playlists playing only OST's, please

One flow, no bonus schemes, I just want to get by with the lowest means

I can't rap about life, I got low esteem

Every punchline I make has got focused beams

I just wish I was them, they capping

And they only rap about things that have actually happened

And thus far getting checks

Even though that I'm subpar at it's best

It's hard being wack, I barely can live with myself

Us anime rappers need help

We are trash, garbage

We are bad artists

Easy Bags, tarnished

On our backs - targets

Rightfully so, I wake up and dip all my toes

In the pool with a maid in a fit like a hoe

And I reach for my phone, and my screen is my boat

And there's me with some cheese, a ravine and a moat

I don't even use keys when I key in my notes

I just press all the letters, and gee, I compose!

Then I make a few Frieza bars speak how I'm cold

And I tee the upload, and we reap in the dough

I wish I could have lived to their standards

How could they leave me off the list? Them bastards

I could have had that clout plus swag

But instead I gotta sit here and clutch this Bag, ah

[Chorus: Daddyphatsnaps]

Who got time for a chorus? It's an Easy Bag, yuh

Oh, my numbers look enormous, it's an Easy Bag, woah

I don't care about performance, just an Easy Bag, yuh

Having talents not important, what is? Easy Bag, yuh

Who got time for a chorus? It's an Easy Bag, yuh

Oh, my numbers look enormous, it's an Easy Bag, woah

I don't care about performance, just an Easy Bag, yuh

Having talents not important, what is? Easy Bag, yuh