[Intro: Corey Burton & Ted Schwartz]
You're about to make an excellent meal for my friends here
No kidding, I didn't even know I could cook!
[Verse 1: Luke Norris & Mike Breen]
Don't hurt me again
What, ayy
Don't hurt me
As I ride the beat
They bring the Heat
Pain in my eyes as we down 2-1
Down bad like Newsom
Hope these clowns a fad
I feel like 2016 again, well screw 'em
Weight on my shoulders two ton
Liftin with ambition my vision is 4k, plus I grew some, yuh
I thought those friends were real, I swore I knew em
Glacier boy grip the frozen mic, my hands too numb
Like dad’s cig or Pop’s Smoke, I make a classic and tell the track to "meet the Woo, son”
Wisdom teeth out, but I still got a smart mouth
Goin' insane, many months stuck in our house
Goin’ insane, no lie I was goin' stir fry
Gotta stay woke, need to open up my third eye
Gotta go renewable, how about some turbines?
Trump said they cause cancer, and a lot of birds die?
I’m the only one who checks facts, Pam Beesly
It’s really not hard to do, so damn easy
Tryna be renaissance man, Gambeezy
Trade away Hassan, now my boy Bam feasting
Have a poet paint a picture call me Bob Frosst
I don’t know which way is up, it’s a coin toss
As Above, So Below, low-key scary movie
Everyone, go Thoreau, they don’t like that do they?
I see images of mobs, this the jpeg mafia
Sickening my heart throbs, murder produces nausea
I’m hopin' that covid is soon under wraps
And we get Yang’s UBI through value added tax
My mind move too fast, combine that with fact
I write this as poetry, chopped down for tracks
I’m off-beat guitar feet, desecrating instrumentals
The track Katara’s seed, raisin' inTenzinty incidentally
While I’m blastin' secret tunnel with the ukulele
Watchin' Doncic drop 40 and say “Luka lay me!"
Doncic pulls up, three pointer
Bang! Bang! It's good!
You're about to make an excellent meal for my friends here
No kidding, I didn't even know I could cook!
[Verse 1: Luke Norris & Mike Breen]
Don't hurt me again
What, ayy
Don't hurt me
As I ride the beat
They bring the Heat
Pain in my eyes as we down 2-1
Down bad like Newsom
Hope these clowns a fad
I feel like 2016 again, well screw 'em
Weight on my shoulders two ton
Liftin with ambition my vision is 4k, plus I grew some, yuh
I thought those friends were real, I swore I knew em
Glacier boy grip the frozen mic, my hands too numb
Like dad’s cig or Pop’s Smoke, I make a classic and tell the track to "meet the Woo, son”
Wisdom teeth out, but I still got a smart mouth
Goin' insane, many months stuck in our house
Goin’ insane, no lie I was goin' stir fry
Gotta stay woke, need to open up my third eye
Gotta go renewable, how about some turbines?
Trump said they cause cancer, and a lot of birds die?
I’m the only one who checks facts, Pam Beesly
It’s really not hard to do, so damn easy
Tryna be renaissance man, Gambeezy
Trade away Hassan, now my boy Bam feasting
Have a poet paint a picture call me Bob Frosst
I don’t know which way is up, it’s a coin toss
As Above, So Below, low-key scary movie
Everyone, go Thoreau, they don’t like that do they?
I see images of mobs, this the jpeg mafia
Sickening my heart throbs, murder produces nausea
I’m hopin' that covid is soon under wraps
And we get Yang’s UBI through value added tax
My mind move too fast, combine that with fact
I write this as poetry, chopped down for tracks
I’m off-beat guitar feet, desecrating instrumentals
The track Katara’s seed, raisin' inTenzinty incidentally
While I’m blastin' secret tunnel with the ukulele
Watchin' Doncic drop 40 and say “Luka lay me!"
Doncic pulls up, three pointer
Bang! Bang! It's good!
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