[Verse 1: Dritty Pope]

Yeoman was the start, and this is the finish

I’m not retired, but I’m changing the gimmick

Bromine on my desk, cheddar in my spinach

And now I’m gonna change my name to vinegar!

[Verse 2: jesus Chris]

Pope Gang revival, it’s been a while

Since the gang has spit, this vile shit

To the masses, hoes on their asses

Writing all their bars while we’re skipping’ all our classes!

[Verse 3: Dritty Pope]

Eating lotsa Halls, and reading the wrappers

Sucking’ people’s balls, most of them real rappers

So I don’t get respect, balls down my neck

Brown on my neck, most of them are also crappers!

[Verse 4: jesus Chris]

Dritty’s deepthroating, I’m motor boating

With these walls that I’m coating with DNA

I swear I’m not gay, and I don’t play

‘cause these raps are foreboding!

[Chorus: Dritty Pope]

Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous

Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus

Spit analytical, spit real typical

Drop that beat like a defenestration!

[Verse 5: jesus Chris]

Names’ jesus Chris, but I’m still not feelin’ it

Bananas on my waist but she’s still not peelin’ it

Won’t give me head, send her off to bed

Try making bread, but instead I’m fuckin’ stealin’ it!

[Verse 6: Respected Artist]

Bars miscellaneous

Forged in ores of crushed Coors

Yet the flavors are flavorless

Two tabs of chrome dethroned savoured with

Goon ran crab the fads are drum laden swift

(Gong) Woke up in a cold press juicer

Quick enough to pick apart the pulp mess tumors

Head rumors, used to fuse snooze

To ruse and confuse the mood of bed loomers

Shit! Let's just hope I'm mellow

‘cause I could fill a whole lotta bowls with yellow

And you could fowl owls in towels from false ghettos

Man, I'm never not shallow my bowels are like Jello

Hello, how are you this morning?

Just thinking bout the stinking trout of clues in mourning

Used to be on top of the elusive hoarding

But I'm currently ahead of all the news it's boring

Drit be snoring

Chrispy in the corn’ making food for hoarding

Sorting, the necessary moods for snorting

And cooking up something good

I'm talking Persona grata in latey dramas with baby mommas

Terra cotta koalas and Dalai Lama’s in shady ‘jamas

Never part of the parlor to prop his callers

And he hollers with dollars and scabie bites in the squaller

Don’t know how that went

Thinking close to bad but my mind is spent

Indent onto a new rhyme leave it up to intrigue

Liturgy to spit or feed impassive dick weeds

Before complaining about the mass and sermon

Go ahead and bring a cain in for all the standing hermans

Don’t sue the layman cuz his parkings iffy

This part will make you gay man so just hide the stiffy

[Verse 7: Dritty Pope]

Dritty, Dritty, Dritty

In Vatican City

Takin’ big shitties on Italian titties

Woah, Dritty’s in the Vatican

Chillin’ with Dirty Galligan

Whoops! Won’t say that again… Uh!

[Chorus: jesus Chris]

Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous

Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus

Spit analytical, spit real typical

Drop that beat like a defenestration!

[Verse 8: jesus Chris]

Find us on campus, you know we’re boisterous

Find your girl, yeah, you know she’s moist for us

Find your guy on Grindr, he says, “He’s just curious,”

Yeah, I bet your fuckin’ furious!

[Verse 9: Dritty Pope]

Ready Colombians, they say “Listos!”

Rub ya girl’s bean, she gets the least o’s

Only ‘cause your middle finger technique blows

All you do is fiddle with stank and weak hoes!

Fiddle!

[Verse 9: Respected Artist]

I piss purpose in a Rent-a-center

Bent a vent or four-door

Probably economy I’m not exactly poor

But I’m not exactly rich so I gotta keep my score up

[Verse 10: Dritty Pope]

My bars are so cold, I’m friction’ freezing

My Dritty shrunk, no big ol’ penis

I’m shitty drunk, I need some pizza

Just guess how messed up my spleen is!

[Verse 11: Respected Artist]

You gotta change your policies, abolish these

Cummy-carpet dollar trees, my dollar sees

Above the trees of scummy market collar creeds

Collard greens, I don’t like my collard greens

But college dreams make it seem that everybody’s fucking me

[Chorus: Dritty Pope & jesus Chris]

Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous

Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus

Spit analytical, spit real typical

Drop that beat like a defenestration!

Bars Pusillanimous, truly is magnanimous

Organize these bars on my childhood abacus

Trifuckta savages, I always snack a bit

I fucked a bag o’ tits, where the fuckin-