[Verse 1]

Yo, I lay down hypnotic arrangements

How many times have we got to explain this?

My goons lounge at the bottom of craters

Iced up, looking like we been squatting a glacier (Ouch)

Out the vapours, bounce, see ya later

Alligator head strong bitch catch a heart attack

My swag’s super duper, no Harvey Lax

I supply, you just pick up shit like a pooper scooper

Start to rap less fag, stop with the steds, well

You want my advice? That’s what I suggest

You's a, you's a... you's a something or other that's not ill

Plus you don’t really wanna see nobody get killed - just

Do what I say and there won’t be any problems

Mr. T slang officer plus the squadron

Bad Taste famalam, get the place ramajam

Christmas to Ramadan, Easter to Easter

[Verse 2]

Yo, swashbuckling, potlucking it

I found a spiral realm and got stuck in it

Doctor No copycat with the crooked grin

Utterly disgusting, look at him

No, don’t actually look at him

That would be super foolish

Moving units with the Luna druids

Moving through the sewage system with the

20 sack of buddha with him

Low down son of a no dial

Lemme show you how it goes down

In the Skelly Zone, pow!

But you never know how we did this

So foul that it sickens those out of the picture

Turn up to your cypher with your little sister (figaro!)

The bitch can do my backups, my clique pollute the map up

Mr. T again, backshot moon chicken

Sasquatch tune creeping it up, you clueless

That’s cause you didn’t listen to us you stupid