[Intro: French Narrator, Plankton & Mr. Krabs]

One studio session later...

Hey, let me go

Oh, I'll let you go, squirt...on a flying saucer!

[Verse 1: Mr. Krabs]

I'm the King Krab

In the back, serving patties off your mama's ass

Dolla dolla bills stacking, swimming in the cash

Secret formula filling up me cup

Let me sip, might be drowning in this drip

Clawed to the top

Ops sleeping with the fishes, why should I stop?

Plankton's scheming but he’s fiending for a lynch mob

Sharpened pincers like a mincer, watch me chop, chop

Yeah, watch me chop, chop (Arrgh)

[Interlude: Plankton]

Hear me, Krabs!

When I discover your formula for Krabby Patties, I'll run you out of business! I went to college!

[Verse 2: Plankton]

I might be a schemer

But to you, I'm the green Grim Reaper

Steal the formula, then take you to the cleaners

Then drive to the Chum Bucket in a Beamer, a four-wheeler

I might control a whole shore of your best friends

Then make them walk like the undead

Send an army to the Squid at the front desk

I'll spare your cook, 'cause he's special ed

[Outro: Plankton & Mr. Krabs]

All these years, I've been trying to steal your formula

When I was really just trying to steal back our friendship

Really?