[Verse One: Kulprit D]
I'm watching Hangin' With Mr. Cooper while I eart Fruit Roll-Ups
Eyes glazed like doughnuts. Go HAM like cold cuts
Detail the whip and hit a drive thru
Tell the people at the window that I rap
They didn't even ask what I do
But people dodge my mixtapes like Ben Stiller
Rappers are ill but tell Patch Adams that I'm iller
Tell MJ that I'm Thriller. Tell Milli I'm more Vanilla
Tell UPS, Tell FedEx that Kulprit D delivers
Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, rhymes. Got 'em!
Dimes, dimes, dimes, dimes, dimes, dimes. Got 'em!
And I brought 'em back to the crib
And then you know what I did?
I treated 'em like ladies because I'm a gentleman
And they deserve respect and that's how that's gonna go
[Verse Two: Bru Swain]
Aye, this is groovy. On the way to a movie
And we're swerving lane to lane cause I'm
Staring at her b**bies
And she said she wanna do me and she said
She feeling juicy
While she rubbing on her c***hie in the
Backseat of my hoopty
She got me taking roofies and we're driving
Through the boonies
And I started feeling woozy with
A touch a feeling loony
So we ended up spooning and we're
Listening to Tunechi
All the brain cells that we're losing
From all the d** we're doing