Grand Buffet - Matt and Nate lyrics

[Verse 1, rap: Jackson] I need a dirt bike to jump through a bird house With a garage and suitable tool shelf Before I get crows feet, I better be knee deep In fresh fruit receding my gum line (Check please!) Carry a mouse trap as part of my heritage Holes in the bed sheet to consummate marriages I put a cinnamon stick on a bureaucrat My name is Nate and he's Matt [Chorus, sung: Jackson and Jared] Matt and Nate, oh yeah [x2] [Verse 2, rap: Jared] Security blanket brandisher, hot cigar handler Rolled Alice examiner, compulsive gambler Consulting Ayn Rand I dig the Sundays, a big slowcore fan I dabble in decoupage, I jam on it I pan fry a mean twelve egg white omelet I curl heavy free weights, avoid carbohydrates My name is Matt Kukla and he's Nate [Chorus] [Outro, spoken] [Jackson] Hey Matt [Jared] Hey Nate [Jackson] Can I borrow your Umbros? [Jared] Yes [Jackson] Cool