[Verse]

It's Pooface

One man told me to rap about mustard

It is yellow, unlike a cello, which is more orangey

Bizarre is extremely angry

He is fat, so maybe even hangry

We will die from the smoking of gang weed

Indeed, mustard

Batty is my heart and soul

I will never leave, I would rather all my songs get stole

I'm Batty attack on the track, this is lyrical miracle

Batty is above everything physical and spiritual

[Outro]

Pooface out