[Intro]
Bend a what, bend a who?
Bendaroos, the amazing, flexible—

[Chorus]
Shot my choppa at every boy in the yard
My gun is better than yours
My aim is better than yours
I'll shoot you and you cannot dodge
Shot my choppa at every boy in the yard
My gun is better than yours
My aim is better than yours
I'll shoot you and you cannot dodge

[Post-Chorus]
Who is you? (Who is you?)
Who is you? (Who is you?)
I might spin the block (Spin the block)
Like a Rubik's Cube (Rubik's Cube)
I might put a hole in you like a hula hoop (Hula hoop)
Drop an anvil on your head like a Looney Tune (Looney Tune)

[Bridge]
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
What ya' gon' do about it? What ya' gon' do about it?
[Chorus]
Shot my choppa at every boy in the yard
My gun is better than yours
My aim is better than yours
I'll shoot you and you cannot dodge
Shot my choppa at every boy in the yard
My gun is better than yours
My aim is better than yours
I'll shoot you and you cannot dodge

[Post-Chorus]
Who is you? (Who is you?)
Who is you? (Who is you?)
I might spin the block (Spin the block)
Like a Rubik's Cube (Rubik's Cube)
I might put a hole in you like a hula hoop (Hula hoop)
Drop an anvil on your head like a Looney Tune (Looney Tune)

[Bridge]
You saw me and you ran like track
And I shot yo' homie, then I spun right back
There ain't no comin' back girl!
There ain't no comin' back girl!
Suck my dick, suck my dick
Suck my dick, suck my dick
[Verse]
You're a fake foo, your GMO
You're Rick Ross verse, U.O.E.N.O
You're creepy, heard your last song, made me sleepy
Turn your bitch to a tipi
My mouth gold just like C3P0
Turn her face down like Yu-Gi-Oh
You're useless
Scared? Mask up like Eustace
Need an old bitch? That's Toothless
Pussy bald like Rufus
Oh, if you're cold, get burnt by the heater
If you're lost, just follow the leader
Stay ten tows down like I didn't pay the meter
You're a fake n***a like Cousin Skeeter

[Outro]
You saw me and you ran like track
And I shot yo' homie, then I spun right back
Now there ain't no comin' back girl!