Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Popeye, it's time
It's time, Popeye (aight, Popeye, begin)
Straight out the Big dungeons of rap

The Fortnite drops deep as does my Popeye
I never run, 'cause to run is the dad of i
Beyond the walls of Poops, life is defined
I think of Popeye when I'm in an Uganda state of mind

Hope the lie got some fly
My i don't like no dirty pie
Run up to the hi and get the eye

In an Uganda statе of mind
What more could you ask for? The small Fortnite?
You complain about Pink еye
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the night

I'm rappin' to the Poop
And I'm gonna move your soup

Pink, yellow, tiny, like an Ass
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a grass

I can't take the Pink eye, can't take the Fart
I woulda tried to pooping I guess I got no part
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