[Verse 1: Young Biscotti]
Doug Flutie, shout my dude Dougie McBuckets getting paper halloumi
That's cheddar money he's shooting
My dude, mind over matter, but I’ve got an overflow of the latter
Got money on my mind, dollars turn to grey matter
Mind designed by NASA, sculpted out of alabaster
Built to withstand and master all natural disasters
Your whole family uncultured, unlike my butter
Cranberry and thyme on rye
That’s my dinner
You’re a dinner for vultures
Vulgar spitting while I’m splitting octopus fusilli
With the bone marrow sauce
Peep the ice encrusted watch
My wrist been bit by the frost
Cooler than Common, colder than the common cold
My rhymes deeper than the bottom of the ocean floor
They know I'm sweet, fucking call me Jr. Baklava
Constantly keeping your breath fresh like a lozenge
My flow smoother than a baby’s bottom
Shout the baby nephew, learning to stay on his feet
Your crib the biggest venue, but my rhymes ain’t put him to sleep
Young Biscotti, they know I go good with coffee
My taste in footwear fucking umami. Savory shoes
She like the way I taste, call me savory Hsu
I put these haters on a roast like a corn on the cob
Because my mixtape fucking fire like your man from his job

[Verse 2: Joe Dubz]
Don’t misunderestimate
Cause this shit ain’t bush league
Yes we can! Don’t y’all fuckers shush me
You want a piece of this?
Nah you can’t afford it man
Rocking concord on the court
Flying air jordan
Sipping San Pelligrino
Smoking cubans
Rings in the air causing visual distortions
My vocabulary leaves you shell shocked
Like a myriad my raiding radicals, unlocked
Like a blue shell I’m heading straight for the top
The number one, I’m gunning for your number son!
Y’all just wet the bed, I’m a fucking talking nightmare
Why you trying to act tough when we know you hiding from the jump scares
I’m haunting these hopeless homies
Disappearing like a hood Houdini
Hoodini, I’m so far ahead y’all can’t even see me
Ahead of the game like I’m about to overlap ya
Out here scratching your heads like who’s this JoeDubz rapper?
They describe me dapper, smooth and suave
I’m exploding out the scene like a molotov
I leave a trail of fire cause that’s what I’m spitting
If you can’t stand the heat then head out the kitchen
The pen is envy
But y’all done got penis envy
Are you picking up what I’m putting down?
Nah it’s too heavy for ya’ll lightweights
Adhesively tearing this landscape
Featuring on Young biscotti’s mixtape