Oh, yeah!
You gotta get schwifty
You gotta get schwifty in here
It’s time to get schwifty
Oh oh
You gotta get schwifty
Oh, yeah!
Take off your pants and your panties
Shit on the floor
Time to get Schwifty in here
Gotta shit on the floor
I’m Mr. Bulldops
I’m Mr. Bulldops
Take a shit on the floor
Take off your panties and your pants
It’s time to get schwifty in here

Let’s show these rappers how they need a Mr. Meseeks
Actin robotic, no feeling and their beat’s weak
Me and Jones, only give the most when we speak
Yeah we make em say-
Wubba lubba dub dub
Show me what you got

Man I got a lot
I stay charged up
Like the ships battery
Bout to switch planets and they charging me for battery
After me
Man I swear the purge is a catastrophe
So fly, you can call me Bird Person
Too many clones, but I’m the first version
In this universe that can keep the earth turning
With the words that you heard, man we
Comin at ya

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s tiny Rick
His real body’s in a vat and it’s dying quick
Got it back
Put the processes all up in reverse
Chop these clones up like our verses put em all up in a hearse

This is hip-hop for the glip-glops
Televised through dimensions, you can just sit and watch
We the beasts, man. We the mythologs
Let me hear you say-
Wubba Lubba Dub Dub

This is hip-hop for the glip-glops
Televised through dimensions, you can just sit and watch
We the beasts, man. We the mythologs
What you perceive to be the greatest rappers of em all

Oh, yeah!
You gotta get schwifty
You gotta get schwifty in here
It’s time to get schwifty
Oh oh
You gotta get schwifty
Oh, yeah!
Take off your pants and your panties
Show me what you got
When the motherfuckin beats drops

They just parasites, frontin microscopically
Don’t they know that it’s a crime against alternate me’s?
Livin the dream while they livin in a dream world
Projected by the aliens who want to steal my clean verse

We united with the hive mind why lie
Man it’s time to get squanched like it’s 9 lives
We screwed our universe
Almost like 9 times
Now we gotta go and say
Bye bye to our old lives

Spittin on this track with our intelligence enhanced
No need for the seed inside myself to make me dance
The older me is buried in the backyard under plants
So let me hear you say
Wubba Lubba Dub Dub

X gon give it to ya
Like scary terry bitch
This ain’t a dream Rick and mortys just hilarious
Like these wack rappers
They all actors
Just like jerry getting shot
By photo raptor
I’m wishing to visit her whole anatomy park
Giving her all of my love potion, she imagine a spark
If she turn into a Cronenberg, I’m backing it off
If she a Gazorpazorpian, she backing it up, what?

Time Travel, Portal Guns, and Planet Trips
You know that we all freaking love you dude
But dammit Rick
You get In trouble, more times that we can even count
Now we gotta make a plan
Because we gotta bust you out

What time is it?
It’s time to get Schwifty

This is hip-hop for the glip-glops
Televised through dimensions, you can just sit and watch
We the beasts, man. We the mythologs
Let me hear you say-
Wubba Lubba Dub Dub

This is hip-hop for the glip-glops
Televised through dimensions, you can just sit and watch
We the beasts, man. We the mythologs
What you perceive to be the greatest rappers of em all