[prod. by mr. master]
[intro: peewee herman]
Wait, don't I get a last request?
[intro: mr. master]
Kid’s show look like Peewee Herman
Face like famous TV person
My voice creak like leaky faucet
I just hit up Kimmy Schmidt
Hey, hey
I hit up Kimmy Schmidt
Hey
[verse 1: mr. master]
Okay, my Tower tall as Babel. My ceiling look like chapel
My partner talk like Basil. Apartment like a castle
This grad ain't turn no tassel. This lightning strikin' cattle
Chicago razzle dazzle. My song sound like a mouthful
My kid’s show look like Peewee Herman
Face like famous TV person
My voice creak like leaky faucet
I just hit up Kimmy Schmidt (hey~)
My sky look like chance of meatballs
ABC. I dance with the stars
I just hit up Cameron Diaz
My car talk like Kitt. Where are my manners?
Now, master, this is everybody. Everybody, master
He's gonna be moving in with us, but it doesn't really matter
'cause all he does is watch TV and claim that he's a rapper
He's more or less a pet that we don't have to clean up after
Old black and white movie muted playin’ music
Show headwriter. The biggest laugh in the room. I'm the decider
Cocaine buyer. No wait, I'm lyin'
The dope that I'm supplyin’ get you
Cryin’ laughin’, stomach hurtin’ dyin’. Y'all're dyin’, come on!
[Chorus: mr. master]
[verse 2: mr. master]
I drop two hundred on a Bluetooth. Only for the bathroom
Luncheon with the buskers, livin’ with the statues
Always in the costume. Even in the bathroom
Most of y'all be ruined if there's no one looking at you
I'm the fire eatin’, fire jugglin’, fire breathin’ dragon
Young Gojira stompin' down the streets of Northridge
Stoppin’ traffic, wreakin’ havoc
I just choreographed a whole entire piece to this
With my hands behind my back
Y'all sound hypochondriac
I just did a donut in a ‘97 Pontiac
I might get your comics jacked
Yee ain't never get your comics back
Rappers still talk like I don’t rap
When the nerds look at me like Project Pat
My girl voiced by Kyla Pratt. My net worth like Wozniak
That hoodie wearin’ ultraviolet album streamin’ prima donna
Iceberg sinkin’ ocean liner. Ali Bomaye!
I’m still that anti social social dogfly
Flick my wrist like Stephen Sondheim
Camptown ladies sing this song like
Doo-dah doo-dah doo-dah oh!