[Verse I: Mic. Knowledge]

Alrite, we going acapella one more time, just to hit one more rhyme

I'm drunk off the liqour, I just want to get your girl and lick her, and feel her

Yeah fuck her like a light switch, that don't really make sense

But I like bitches, I like stitches in my dickses

Yeah I ain't from dick county, but I do what it does

The beats on, and now it's on

I'm on fire, you can't stand close to me, you'll get sun burn

So listen burn, and just learn

No matter the concern I do what it does

Tyler Ploof go and do what it does

[Verse II: Confidence]

I'm a be A. King, I'm a retarded artist

Who just sharted and I farted (AAHHHHHHH)

Cause I check my pants

I can't do a dance

I dance when I want, cause I prance like Blitzen

A fucking reindeer

Fucking come here, and I'll cum all over your ear like a fucking reindeer

They don't cum on ears, why is he red nose Rudolph

That bitch is a bitch

I'm not even rhyming anymore, I dont even know what I'm saying, I'm not making sense

But hey Mic. Knowledge, we're sitting here drunk off of tequila

Got Nestle Ice Tea in my system

Yeah I did it, bitch I shitted

I shitted and I pissed all over Santa Claus with it

Casue I do what it does when I does what it do

Casue I fuck you, and I fuck him, and I fuck you too

Casue I fucking do whatever I want to

I fucking cum all over this wall and fuck you (OOOHHHHHHHHHH)

(Your turn)

[Verse III: Mic. Knowledge]

When I'm drunk off the tequila, I think of Shakira

And I want to do her, and I want to do it (YEEEEAAAH)

I'm per-fect, I'm perfectionist

I'm just an artist, doing affectionates (AAAHHHHHAAA)

I do what it does, that's what I do my best

On my test, I do what it does

I'll take off the bra off your chest (It's so loud)

Yeah it's so loud, cause I'm so proud

I got the crown, call me Corona

Cause I'm on ya, like a sushi roll

And I Gucci Roll, and I Coochie Roll

I BEAT THAT PUSSY UUUUPPPP

Yeah, I eat it up

I, get it done, I get it done

We turn this into singing, fuck rap cause I can sing

Put me on American Idol, that's part of the title

I do what it does

[Verse IV: Confidence]

Yo, we got out at 1 o'clock to go eat Franco's

Cause we get ya bitch like Chankos

We're going eat so many subs and pizza

We do what the fuck we want, so Lisa

He fucked Lisa with pink eye

Cummed in her eyes, so she can't see, for miles

Cause she is a fucking bile, she eats file

Cause she got pink eye for like 3 months now

What the fuck is wrong with her

She needs to go to the doc-tor

And get some medicine for that shit so she can see

She can't see Mic. Knowledge when he pees all over her

Cause yeah, bite my butt

You fucking slut, you ain't a slut so suck my nut

Cause I fuckin bust all over your bed

Make your wives bed, cause I'm so red

I'm a blind sooboo, and fuck you too

I'll fuck your mom, yeah back to the MILFS

Yeah I fucked your mom in the mailbox

Cause I fucking suck...

[Verse V: Mic. Knowledge]

You suck on cocks?

Why don't you get on docks

Yo, you must be off the Boondocks

Mother fucker, You can't fuck with me

Fucking with me, you better fucking pee

Outside the toilet, get the outlet

Get the flatlet, yeah give you fat lip

Give you fat lip, give you fat lip

I'm a perfectionist, I'm best at this

Yo, you better, you must have your beenie to tight

Cause I get that pussy tight

Yo I'm so nice, get it to the rice

I'm white like rice, get it like ye-yeaaaah

And we do that, hey yalk-a-bomb ass

Get that punk ass, you can get the god damn

Do the dance, do the prance

Do the thing like (AAAHHHHHHHHH)

Republica de Panama de toma

Yeah, Yeah shake ya ass

I'll shake your face

Bitch jack it off in your face

Beat it then yeah, YEEAAAAAHHH

[Verse VI: Confidence]

Alrite, it's my turn, my turn to burn

So it's time for me to burn

And turn everybody that's absurd

Fuck you in the ass complimentary nuts

Yeah fuck bitch dont' fuck with us

We eat pineapple chunks

Fuck yo bus

Cause we ride the bus

It's pink and yellow shit

I don't know what I'm spitting, I'm kind of drunk

But I don't give a fuck

Look at Mic. Knowledge with the little soccer ball

He don't play soccer at all

What the fuck is he doing

What the fuck...

Yo, big ups to Mrs. Shoemaker

He is the fucking shoemaker

He makes shoes for me and him then

Fuck you like a baker

Take him back like a Laker

Cause I can't fuck anyone like Storm

Cause he is the war

He was born with a torn

Got Pam, what the fuck am I saying now

I dont even know, I can't even see straight

I'm fuckin writing rhymes and I can't, relate

So the shit that I spit

I'm just yelling kind of, the red bars are full of shit

The beats over (Stop yelling at the mic.)

I think it's over, now it's time for me to takeover (Ooooohhhh)

[Mic. Knowledge]

Fuck the beat I go acappella

[Confidence]

Chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller (Haha Woooooo)