[Verse 1: Kool A.D. & Heems]
I’m at the White Castle (I don't see you here, dog!)
Tiny-ass hamburgers, tiny-ass cheeseburgers
Tiny-ass chicken sandwiches, it’s outlandish, kid
Ma trying to speak to the kid in Spanish, kid
Like, “¿Qué tu quieres?”
I’m like, “Where is the bathroom?
I hella gotta piss, where’s the bathroom?”
Ask whom the bell tolls for
Ayo, where they get this place from—the hellhole store?

[Verse 2: Heems]
Yo, I’m in the building, building with Belding
Ask for whom the bell rings: DR
Something like a neo-rap Zack Attack
Finna spark an L and have myself a Big Mac Attack
Known to rock the flyest shit and eat the best pizza
Charge that shit to Mastercard, already owe Visa
Catch me drinking lean in Italy like I was Pisa
We could eat the flyest cave-aged cheese for sheez, ma

[Verse 3: Kool A.D.]
Yeah, we could eat Gruyère
As if we care, we could eat Broquefort
Or we could just kick it like Rockports
In the periphery of Little Sicily
Little did she know I’m tickling boo, she so giggly
Catch me solving mysteries like Wikipedia Brown
It’s the future, get down
We make a sound even if nobody’s around
[Verse 4: Heems]
Like a tree or the tears of a clown
Yo, I’m afraid of clowns, I’m afraid of small towns
Positive energy, it's something like
I’m afraid of all frowns
Catch me at the crib getting light to Jeff Mangum
It’s fun to do bad things, like rhyme about handguns
If any problem pop off
I’ll Joe Pesci any fool while drinking that Popov
That’s 'cause I’m a Goodfella
Stay up out the hood hella much now
But punch clowns if they touch down
While I’m eating lunch now
While I’m eating a burger
Metaphysical spiritual lyrical murder

[Verse 5: Kool A.D.]
The ill, ’96 manifestable third eye
Abstract backpack vegan skateboards, et cetera
Rap hella much in a busted-ass Jetta with Coretta Scott K—King
Rap bridge on a duet with T-Pain and Stephen Hawking
I’m not joking, stop jocking, stop talking, shut up, hush up
Please, shut the fuck up, shut up, dude, shut up
Das Racist is the new Kool G. Rap
Peep us at the Grammies, we’d like to thank Gchat
We’d like to thank weed rap
The best rapper is B Real
Jokes, it’s us, come on, be real
Second Latin rapper to like the Beatles
But on the real, they swearing I’m blacker than Cheadle
Like Don King playing Donkey Kong Country at his cousin’s house
You don’t even know what it’s about
[Verse 6: Heems]
This is panic attack rap, eating four flapjacks
Trap raps, let 'em free, they always come back to me
The Internet told me that that’s called love
I’m on the Internet, 'cause I’m an Internet thug
Himanshu, yes, I’m in control, man
Pos' vibe emanator, yes, I got my soul tan
Soul shine, Soul Glo, so-so, Po-Mo
Catch me on the South Side, kicking it with Shlohmo

[Verse 7: Kool A.D.]
Kicking it with Gary Soto
All the cholos saying “Mira el joto”
Just because I rock the secondhand Versace
Wash me, watch me
The second hand couldn’t even clock me
You couldn’t see me like a Cuban playing hockey
Cracker in the chocolate, that’s human Pocky
Papa look stocky, Mama look chalky
Me, I look a lil' something like a young Shock G
Words come through me like I was a walkie-talkie
All I do is open up my mouth and just rock, see
You, you are not me, me, I am possibly
Everything plus everything that is not me
Jokes, that is not T-R-U-E
Are you understanding everything? Do you got me?
Catch me in the trees where it’s shady like Lockheed Martin
Sparking in the shade of the trees in the park, B
Hark! the angels stay singing in the dark
Like the rainbow in the Ronnie James Dio joint
Hit it from the backcourt, like it was a three-point
I don’t give a fuck, I’m a duck to a decoy
No trust them white-face man like Geronimo
Tried to go to Amsterdam, they threw us in Guantanamo