[Verse 1: Green]

Paint the walls with a bitch but it ain't with me

Heard you talking real tough, hope you ate yo greens

Cause I came up out the ground like a vegetable do

And in my section, I stay fresher than the shit you produce

And If I ever caught your mother, father, sister, and you

I'd sum your whole family up and then I'd split y'all in 2, (MEDIAN!)

Cause we ain't got a single common factor, I’m just simply so dapper

Turn you to statistics, I deviate from all standards

I'm at the 100th percentile, you ain't close to me

You some nonsense on a paper, you must be smoking trees

My green is where it's supposed to be, your green is in my grocery

My dick is like iπ, it's all about the over e

You so average

Far below my range, I'm running this whole domain, but you way out of my bracket

I really spray you, bitch, you better move it

Or I'll turn you into compost like the Green Revolution

[Verse 2: Mean]

For someone relegated primarily as a secondary color

It’s strange you had the balls to speak up first

But if this head of broccoli wants to be bitter

Then I’ll leave Green like trees during the winter

Shiiiiiit, callin’ me nonsense, you really out here lyin’

Cause I heard that Green’s the average of yellow and cyan

Matter fact, every single color in your sight is

Only the mean of 2 different colors multiplyin’

Shiiiiiit, I keep finance running like you never did

Set precedence far beyond your dead presidents

So what you battling for? Ima keep it 3 stacks

We don’t need more frogs in FRB, you fucking gr*******

(Audience Gasping)

And also, I ran the numbers

You better hit the road with me, getting bulldozed through by infrastructure

Cause your chances here average out to be zero

Like you do to traffic, I could really make Green go

[Verse 3: Green]

Bitch, I’m a martian, up the Ray on your little dome

They’ll learn about you in the new William Johnson video

But they already learned about your ass in the 6th

To only use you in the worst branch of math and that’s it

Blow me, I bring the most heat, my bars where the mode be

You might as well go green cause you ain’t want no beef

The grass ain’t all too green for you, and I know that you’re tired

Of seeing me skew this battle in my favor, no outlier

[Verse 4: Mean]

Thinking you’re aesthetic, man, you dreamin’ and shit

Fuck St. Patrick’s Day, I think Green needs to be pinched

Even at your most significant, you’re just so fucking flat

Be for real, Brat was great but the cover’s not all that

You don't look good on anything, especially not on any clothes

Compared to every other color, you really a vegetable

The biggest faggot on the rainbow said what they said, so

I had to crush and spread Green on the floor like some pesto