PART I: Hand Sanitation

(August, why you trapping so hard?)

Yeah, yeah, you look dirty so you better get some hand sanitizer

So you can get some hand sanitation

The light so bright I can see the illumination

MUC is my abbreviation

Dropping a nuke on the United Nations

Headquarters that is

(You just need your patience)

(I just ate all my patients)

PART II: BIC LIGHTER

Ay, ay, ay, ay, yeah, look

So I grab a lighter, then I light her

Then, I flick it, the brand is a Bic

I have a few pockets can it fit?

Man, I hate karma

Karma is my trauma

It’s kinda like bittersweet

Nothing is better than this beat

Show us your athleticism

Yeah I’m wearing cliques

Even though I don’t like running thеy take us to the track meet

Who doesn’t feel likе going on websites

I feel like they can track me

Who needs money, we can rob a taxi

Who even likes Pfizer

I don’t like taking vaccines

I’m both a lover and a fighter

(I go in the kitchen then I knife her)

Both my favorite dog breeds

It’s a Snyzer or a Schnauzer

Feel like I’m in a game

I’m Bowser

Feel like I’m a panther

‘Cus I’m a pouncer

You’ll see me in the entrance

I’m not a guard nor a bouncer

I’m the announcer

PART III: VINCE CARTER

Ay, look

One to the 2, One to the 4

I’m on the court and the starter

I put my full forearm in that rim like I’m Vince Carter (psycho)

And shoot farther

Yeah, I was born in the south, you can call that southern

Floatin’ in the air, you can call that hover

I’m a musician, that means I’m a music lover

I’m a musician, that means this is my record cover

It’s so cold, so let me hide under the cover

Next song though, I hope it has good rhythm and good rhymes, yo

PART IV: BRUCE LEE

So, I went to the store, with my hoodie on

I was bored, so I jumped into the pond

(This is your favorite song)

You just gotta join where you belong

Don’t rip out the bong

To get rid of your stress or distress

Or dismay

We got another album dropping this May

(Then we got a single dropping today)

Making beats so I feel like I’m Dre

PART V: PINT OF SPRITE

Yeah, I got sprite, large amounts like it’s a pint

(Yeah feel like fighting)

Got a lighter like it’s fo’ lightin’

(Lost my sight can I really see)

Feel like fighting like Bruce Lee

Like I’m a robot feel like Bumblebee

(Getting married, getting on my knee)

PART VI: IODINE

(My hammer)

I sprinkle some powder in your drink

I think it’s some Iodine

Oops, I mean Iodine

I’m sorry Officer

How much is my fine

Looks like I’m going to have to shoot you

In a straight line

People could be faking or not

I’m like what sign you throwing up

What sign?

In my room playing Minecraft

The crafting of the mines

We’re playing Apex Legends

The legends of the apex

Shot you in your leg

You need to wear some latex

Sorry

I need to text my homie

He got that late text

PART VII: ALEX IS ENDOMORPHIC

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Alex, you look homo like Harry Styles

I tried stepping in your shoes and tried walking miles

I went to the doctor and he looked at my vitals

I got a trophy

Which title

Come on over and watch my recital

I’m just gonna throw you, straight in a pile

Look, just got a file

Randall, just hold on to the handle

All you wear is Hey-Dude’s and sandles

I’m about to blow out your candle

Just please stop your scandals

“Just get with the time”, They said

But I’m running out of time

Looking at your face reminds me of a lime

So sour and filled with acid

Are you on LSD

Your hair is always messy

Let’s stop the debate about Ronaldo and Messi

I don’t even like football

You think you’re big and bad

Because you’re overly tall

What would happen if I kneed, then pushed you?

You would just fall

Then I would throw Avery up on the wall

Avery is so lanky

Back to Alex, can’t get sidetracked

But you are what they call Endomorphic

PART VIII: AVERY IS SINGLE AND LANKY

Avery, are you just sad you and Morgan never got married

Or is it that you couldn’t date her because you a Gemini (Soulker)

Or is it that you can’t figure out Pi

Why?

Maybe because all you do is you talk to Alex

I could fold you like a towel

These the vowels: a, e, i, o, u

What can you do

Besides try to eat food

You look so skinny

You look so mini

I could buy you with just a penny

It is such a pity

This instrumental is so litty

PART IX: WW2 TRUMPETS

Yo, these trumpets make me feel like

I’m in WW2 or something

Oh, we’re taking off like a rocket

You get so high, that you get so hungry

That you just want to eat a Hot Pocket

Oh, no

It just stopped

Let’s go

Stroke up the coke

Then I press the remote

I press the mute button

Then I get to Mc’Loving

We go to McDonald’s

I get a McDouble

Then I wonder why on my mustache

I got some stubble

We get down looking for a high

Then we look back up and we just sigh

At least I tried

Hey, you got a size 13 to your forehead

Then I get a pistol and you ate lead

PART X: PIO

I can already tell this bass is gonna drop harder

Than hell dropped

I own Carson Pio

I’m the CEO

It’s a record label

We assassinate people and it’s still legal

The weapon can be lethal

Then we ask

“Gun or needle?”

I’m Jewish like Israel

We use numbers like Imperial

I am predicable

Some would say I am invincible

And despicable and irresistible

Flip my personality like the reciprocal

That’s the typical

Your death is the usual

And a miracle

This is lyrical

MUC is the initial

This is the single

Yes I am single

Hit me up

We can go to the club

Or we can shoot people up

On a closeup

Our love is all the way up

You got a man?

Don’t worry I got a plan

We’ll just do a drive by in my sedan

We will fly all the way to Japan

We’ll sneak past those patrolmen

In class doing STEM

Fake news like CNN

I don’t want to reminisce

I got dropped into the abyss

You bullied me until MUC came out

Now you got me pissed

I hit you with my fist

You get kneed

Blocking it like a sheath

Then I knock out your teeth get beat

Then you receive a kick

That’s my feet

I reserved you a seat in Hell

Don’t ask me, I’ll never tell

You’re just over there rotting in your cell

Farewell