[Chorus: Father Lucas & Caskey]
Pac-Man, Pac-Man on your bitch, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch, yeah
Pac-Man, whoa whoa
Okay, I'm 'bout to whip a pack, I feel like Pac-Man
Man, I'm all around the country 'cause I'm tryna get the sack, man
Pac-Man, whoa whoa, yeah
Pac-Man, whoa whoa

[Verse 1: Father Lucas]
Pac-Man, hold up, wait a minute, I've been gettin' rich, man
Pussy n***a, you can't even do the dash (dash), man
Look at me, you know I'm runnin' like I'm Pac-Man (I'm Pac-Man)
And I'm touchin' so far that I go, I'm set, man
Run that sack, all these n***as run it back
Pussy n***a, you get clapped, if you touch me and my gang
Pussy n***a, you a lame, and you know what I got, Kurt Cobain
I'll blow your brains, all these n***as look at like I'm saint
Hold up, wait a minute, I am not a saint (saint)
I'm just Father Lucas and you know I really do it (alright!)
If you try me or my gang, I'll shoot at your medulla (medulla)
Pussy n***a, I'ma fry you up like you a fish (okay, okay, okay)
Underwater sleaze, I'm just feelin' breeze (breeze), one two three
Ball out like Ginobli, all these n***as ball like Kobe, whoa whoa
(Kobe) Yeah, I'ma get in with your bitch, yeah
Yeah, you know I eat the pack, man, and I'm good at that
[Chorus: Father Lucas & Caskey]
Pac-Man, Pac-Man on your bitch, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch, yeah
Pac-Man, whoa whoa
Okay, I'm 'bout to whip a pack, I feel like Pac-Man
Man, I'm all around the country 'cause I'm tryna get the sack, man
Pac-Man, whoa whoa, yeah
Pac-Man, whoa whoa

[Verse 2: Caskey]
Okay, I'll touch down in the city and I'm rockin' Fendi
If she tryna fuck me, it's got to be inside of the Bentley
Y'all don't want no problems, you run up, I'm wilin', clutchin' semis
I can't cuff no bitch, you just want me 'cause my money plenty
And my bitch bad
And I ain't talkin' 'bout her when I say your bitch ass
You've been hatin' for too long, gon' get your shit clapped
In the foreign, got so many horses, whiplash
To think I started this with nick' bags
Now I'm, Pac-Man with my bitch, yeah
And I'm packed up, I turn one to a six, yeah
Man, I don't leave out the house without my stick, yeah
And I'm ballin' like I point guard for the Knicks, yeah

[Chorus: Father Lucas & Caskey]
Pac-Man, Pac-Man on your bitch, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I've been gettin' rich, yeah
Hold on, wait a minute, I'ma eat that bitch, yeah
Pac-Man, whoa whoa
Okay, I'm 'bout to whip a pack, I feel like Pac-Man (alright)
Man, I'm all around the country 'cause I'm tryna get the sack, man
Pac-Man, whoa whoa, yeah
Pac-Man, whoa whoa, yeah