[Intro: Nems as Timz & Method Man as Mustard]
Bing bong! Welcome to Fuck Your Life Radio
We got Mustard in the building
Say less
Mustard, a.k.a. French's Montana
Better have some bars
[Verse: Method Man as Mustard & Nems as Timz]
Ain’t no arguin', I got bars for him
Hollerin' "Free Butter" ’til Butter free like margarine (Okay)
Money on his books until Butter in the streets
You know it's a hit when you got Mustard on the beat, ho (Whoo)
Off top, the top sauce
A hot dog, to be frank
Ketchup, we ain't in the same ballpark (That was hard)
The boy wildin', you done woke up and chose violence
Keep a small circle around a star, Stone Island, yeah (Wowww)
Already know what's the deal
That's a hunnid mil' budget vеrse a low-budget film
Cold-clutchin' steel, fresh prints on thе burner
It’ll throw stuff at will; you get that, old Uncle Phil? Yeah (Keep going)
If you can’t relate to the talk, you have to table your thoughts
These rappers labelled a fraud (Uh)
Killers snatch your plate, you can't escape from New York
When you get peppered with bullets, it’s aggravated assault (God damn)
Bend the rules, free my dogs, I been a fool
Been the dude, homie, I spit flows and in your food
There's a killer loose, y'all ain't gotta figure who (Oh)
Colonel Mustard’s in the booth and I did it, so get a clue
Bing bong! Welcome to Fuck Your Life Radio
We got Mustard in the building
Say less
Mustard, a.k.a. French's Montana
Better have some bars
[Verse: Method Man as Mustard & Nems as Timz]
Ain’t no arguin', I got bars for him
Hollerin' "Free Butter" ’til Butter free like margarine (Okay)
Money on his books until Butter in the streets
You know it's a hit when you got Mustard on the beat, ho (Whoo)
Off top, the top sauce
A hot dog, to be frank
Ketchup, we ain't in the same ballpark (That was hard)
The boy wildin', you done woke up and chose violence
Keep a small circle around a star, Stone Island, yeah (Wowww)
Already know what's the deal
That's a hunnid mil' budget vеrse a low-budget film
Cold-clutchin' steel, fresh prints on thе burner
It’ll throw stuff at will; you get that, old Uncle Phil? Yeah (Keep going)
If you can’t relate to the talk, you have to table your thoughts
These rappers labelled a fraud (Uh)
Killers snatch your plate, you can't escape from New York
When you get peppered with bullets, it’s aggravated assault (God damn)
Bend the rules, free my dogs, I been a fool
Been the dude, homie, I spit flows and in your food
There's a killer loose, y'all ain't gotta figure who (Oh)
Colonel Mustard’s in the booth and I did it, so get a clue
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