[Verse 1: O.H.M]

John Travoltron, chill with betty white and betty ford

We’ll pull up in a line of whips that turn into a megazord;

And when I crash the grammy’s, I bet that they hand me ten awards

I’ve got a rocket in my pocket, and a sword;

I sharpen my katana while i’m watching asian dramas

Blazing ganja in a hookah, eating llama

While your baby mama reads me kama sutra

I'm probably your padre, I’m your madre’s main compadre, puta

Ooh! uhh... baracuda, I go deeper than a scuba

I’m sponging in your girls bikini bottom like a lufa

Hard as the reflection of medusa;

At your neck just like a chupa-cabra

Samba with strippers in gaza strip while spittin lava

Krakatoa, masta flowa

My dojo so toho I show up showa

I’m enormous, my performance so tight, I’m titanosaurus

My tantric chants are euphoric

It’s so fantastic, you for it?

If you’re thinking "no" I’ll pull out pliers and forceps

And rearrange your organs assortment in only four steps

My verses catch attention and my hook tore flesh;

Twisted like tornados in a wormhole vortex

I’m only bullshittin, tell me: who should I gore next?

[Verse 2: O.H.M]

They’re droppin dimes, so I stop on a dime, and cause a standstill

These toons act way too looney, I'mma have to drop an anvil;

And kill, whoever sayin' they’re super like I was frieza

Rock ice in iceland, sell green in greenland, mix lean in pisa

These niggas never see me like hmm… fema

Let me see your visa or it’s "seeya senorita"

It’s M.I.B, not the border patrol

Dont make me whip out this cricket and put a whole in your soul

Blaow! you dead

You gotta lay down, that's what lupe said...