[Verse 1: Mustard]

Shorty said she wanna fuck a condiment

Romantic like the country that Dijon is in

Y’all gon make me pop right out the bottle quick

Boy, you must be Ketchup cause we opposites

They say yo flavor rich but yo bitch comin’ with me

It’s like tryna eat you cause shit might get sticky

Bring your whole tree in and here's how I'll deal with ‘em

Cut ‘em down the middle then I fold ‘em, then eat ‘em up

Shorty said she wanna fuck a condiment

Yeah, you fake, fabricated like your clothing establishment

The connection between us, it ain't show no comparisons

Cause we got as much in common as do Horses and Radishes

OK, Shorty said she wanna fuck a condiment

Uh huh, Perfect 10 from the mustard seeds

When motherfuckers missin’ something that they want to eat

You only fillin’ that gap when you get stuck in teeth, I’m sayin’

[Verse 2: Mango]

I know I ain't just fall out the tree just to duel him

Shit’s bananas, but it's peaches and cream

And I could turn a ho yellow like tumeric

OK, shit not even funny, condiments that are better than him

I could name 6, 7 of them

Ha, quite honestly, you must be mentally dead

To not just take some ketchup instead

Haha, look, I'll be fair, tho, you're worth a lot

As one of the many ingredients in burger sauce

We gon', evaporate you, make you into mustard gas

And you still ain't killing nobody’s ass

Ha, Just wanna take a brief intermission

I'm coming back at ya with more bars than a motherfuckin’ prison

But if you see me at the store, get to pickin’, I taste fuckin’ delicious

Now back to all the flows and disses. (Haha)

[Verse 3: Mustard]

Bring your pesticides in if you wanna act harmful

I'm doing more damage than some mango farmers

Considering how your trees demand so much water

How the fuck do you flow like Heinz out the bottle?

[Verse 4: Mango]

So easily infectious like mustard plant

My seed massive, something you wouldn’t understand

Bitch come correct, I’m infamous for stomach cramps

Stank eye me, I knock the wind outta yo pungent ass

[Verse 5: Mustard]

OK, Shorty said she wanna fuck a condiment

Even during your season, you stayin’ in stock

I’m like butter, bitch, yellow, smooth, cream of the crop

You like Butter too, bitch, you doin’ life in the box

But if you wanna poke fun, we can do it then

Since one poke from me’s enough to bruise your skin

And if it wasn’t for the bombing civilians toll

I guarantee you’d be the worst thing that Israel grows. Bitch

[Verse 6: Mango]

Shit ain’t honey mustard but it need addressing

Tired of sweet ass bitches pretending

Just cause they taste bitter, sharp, repelling

Don’t mean that they are bitter, sharp MCs

Fitting that Mustard raps like hot dogs

Your spittin’ level would only touch “Buns”

Get Mustard off the beat, ho, if it was my call

I’d put him back on the one food he actually tastes alright on