[VERSE 1, "Highlarious"]
Hot as an otter pop
Feelin’ froggy finna go and flick your father off
Do the mambo number 5 and try to slaughter cots
Need a follow by the night, so now we poppin’ rocks
Get the towel, finna dry and get the water off
Call a foul, watch you cry and try to walk it off
Been a while since he layed it up from on the block
Cuz of the style, getting paid enough to call the shots
(At the top we chillin’!)
Getting top cuz the topic is so explicit
It’s the Roc! But we rock it with No Limits
She sippin ‘notiq, but not if we po’ Henny
(Oooh wee! Nine five plus fo- pennies)
Using my nine lives for mo’ Remy
Abuse a high, cyanide, I’m so skinny
I guess if I find a ride, I’m going in it

[HOOK x2]
Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious)
Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious)
Ha ha ha haaaaa (I’m highlarious)
Put myself in the music I’m vicarious

[VERSE 2]
A caged animal
Maybe satanical, rapping actually passable
Writing is like a radical, knifing them with the tactical
Call him a cannibal, gnawing right through your clavicle
Awe-in up at the magical, polishing up his capitol
Copping enough botanical, coughing up at the Mandible
Claw like Mankind, falling on the thumb tacks
One Beer, One Mic, 1 Thing, this one rap
Bottom I started at, holla I squalla back
Keying cars of who ain’t cautious where they parking at
Hardest at barking raps, farmer’s market I’m starving at
Hollering at your daughter, yes pardon darling I’m calling back
(Yo where the ballers at?)
Like 90’s Jerry Lawler, you jobbin’, to get a dollar back
Running it like a soccer match, come in clutch like a heart attack
This slobber knocker’s a Rocker Dropper, where Marty at? (Jannetty!)

[HOOK X2]

[VERSE 3, "Switch Worlds"]
ou know something Mean Gene
They didn’t make it to the show, it was a clean sweep
Fix the Matrix, now we rolling up on dream street
Crash into a spaceship, read em and weep
Get the name of the insurance that he using
Referring to the claim, the work emerging through the music
The purpose is the same, the words discerning him as brutish
The furnace burning through the tunic
I feel like Shawn Michaels in the earrings with the crosses
Costing you the title, interfering in your losses
Honoring the cycle, I be steering to the profits, while I’m
Watching all my idols disappearing into coffins

[VERSE 4]
Rhymes running deeper than the surface, probably sittin’ in the mantle
Ripping through the verses, ankle locking Kurt’s angle
Doing him a service, he was wilin’ at Barona
Mocha almond rocha, doing coke in the toyota
My life’s purpose is a legal tender
Speaking French that I be learning watching Dexter
(Omelette du fromage) crew is ob-taining cheddar
Room applauds when we cruising through the fuselage
Making sure I get the aisle seat, I wanna
stretch both legs when the flight leaves
I know you said no flex when I write these
So you, protect all your pipe dreams
Beavis schemin’, Butthead thinks it’s a mirage
Revis in the corner getting picks up on the ball
Touch down, forty ticks on the clock
Porky pig send me off