[Hook: Fried Rice]
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Who the fuck do you think you are
Get that shit out your fucking head
Go tie the rope, kick the chair, you're dead
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Who the fuck do you think you are

[Ad-Lib]
Cory in the House

[Verse 1: Fried Rice]
Hardy har har everyone's laughing
Drink a little NyQuil, get yo ass nappin
Sounding like Mike WiLL, I need a fucking aspirin
I'm spitting so much that I need a fucking napkin
Rhyming damn corny to the fucking kernel
Rice or fried chicken, call the fucking colonel
Pissing on you fucks like the next urinal
Your wounds are external, so on the next turn you'll
Probably imply that if you ghost it flies
But bitch, have you ever heard of roasted rice?
Fuck a hoax, I'll boast as the host of pride
Fuck telling lies I'll stab a pair of forks into your eyes
Now what happened to that little boy Evan?
He got a little sick-icky half past eleven
Give him a month let him grow that depression
Then he blew his brains out and went straight to heaven
Don't wanna fuck fuck fuck with me
I'll fucking kill your ass and get a bounty
I'm in the house, oh can't you see
I'll load the cannon and kill the county
With this little additional E
I'll give it to that faggot you'll see

[Hook: Rybae]
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Hi my name is Ryan Barr

[Verse 2: Rybae]
Ahaha, fuck you bitch
In a couple years you’ll have some kids
Hoe get the fuck out of my biz
Now hold on up I gotta whiz
Time to clock in, and clock out
Put my cock in, take the thots out
Don't get mad I'm just playin
But you're not a queen i'm just sayin
You be actin like you're the shit
One of these days I'm gonna hit
And bitch I gotta say yo ass don’t exist
It’s probably where Evan’s eyebrows is
You barely walking, bitch stop talking
You ain’t gonna win this shit by blocking
On the social, scroll scroll scroll
You're gonna get fucked by the thot patrol
Talk with me finna take your toll
All you hoes are getting old
Now I'ma spend my life being bold
Making sure the truth is told
Now I don’t mean to fuckin skold
But bitch your soul is getting cold
Getting fuckin sick of humanity
Don't know definition of insanity

[Bridge: sampled]
Have I ever told you the definition of insanity?

[Gunshot] [Gunshot] [Gunshot]

[Verse 3: Fried Rice]
Your shit cheesier than Ryan's verse
This shit easier than dying first
Suck my fucking dick or die of thirst
Whipping out my motherfucking bratwurst
Finely chopped, sliced, diced, and served
You know the weirdest shit you've ever heard?
Your fucked up face tryna spread the word
Death would be like Hannah Baker's, deserved
I’m suicidal, gonna blow my brains out
Know my fucking idol? Kurt Cobain's out
Lil white rice ain't ever stayin' idle
Free track, no TIDAL, ain't draining your wallet out
After the suspension I think I did a falling out
After the depression I think I’ll be balling now
All caps I need to holla now I ain't quiet like Colin
I don't quite like stalling, fuck police now calling
Your ass is diseased, bubonic
My peen that shit’s pubonic
My meme that shit’s ironic
But bitch my dick, you’re still on it
Still rock hard like motherfucking Onix
Depression like Dre's album, Chronic
You know what the fuck would please her?
Her sucking my dick til her fucking knees hurt
So get fucking educated, please
Thiccer than a good ass job release
Know I’m hot, like ISIS in the middle east
Know we got, Fried Rice’s in the building he’s
Looking like Vanilla Ice or Socrates
Cooking with a spice eat it up, suck on these
Return to sender, then change my gender
Like traffic lanes, run it over like Bruce Jenner
Give Hannah Baker that fucking noose, lend her
A Joe Papermaker CD that certainly will offend her
Suspended and I got psychiatric pain
Oh fuck, oh shit, oh god, switch lanes
Is this too much for you to handle
Is you still hating me for a text message scandal
Now who’s got 42 thumbs, give or take a couple
But it makes you numb even seeing them be a couple
Looking damn cool, you can't squander that
Looking like J. Cole up in the laundromat
Bitch, there ain't no Logic, biracial
The truth you can't dodge it, bye Rachael

[Hook: Fried Rice]
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Who the fuck do you think you are

[Outro: sampled]
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
I will kill you, then drag you out of fucking hell and kill you again
Shut the fuck up