[Intro Skit: Regular Show & JASIAH]
[Muscle Guy] Hey! Where are your instruments man?
[Mordecai] Shut it! We're—
Jasiah
[Mordecai] And we rock so hard, we don't need instruments
[Rigby] Hit it!
[Benson] A one, a two, a one, two, three, four!

[Intro]
Damn
Damn, haha
Damn, bitch, bitch
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Huh)
Yuh, huh, yuh
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
On my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout them bands (Yeah)
My n***as gon' be flexin', no, you cannot comprehend (Cannot ascend, yeah), knotty clique
Shotty hit yo body, make yo body flip (Boom, boom)
Tummy tuck, pussy gettin' tummy-fucked (Yeah), you gon' get yo money up
Pussy, where yo toy at? (Yeah) Always fuck the boy (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I came up from the dirt (Huh, huh, huh), and I'm comin' from abroad, yeah (Uh)
Fuel me up, fuel me up, jealous? Bitch, it fuel me up (Yeah)
You n***as talk all this clout (Yeah), I just want them fuckin' bucks (Goddamn, bruh)
[Chorus]
Talkin' shit through yo computer (Pussy boy)
I'll go to war wit' ya, n***a, I got shooters
If you need to get embarrassed, n***a, I can do it (Yeah)
You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser

[Verse 2]
(Yeah, yuh, ayy, ayy)
I be chasin' checks, I can't fuck no busy bitch
Chop it off the set, mosh pit 'til you fuckin' dizzy, bitch
Talkin' all that shit, why the fuck you fakin' numbers, bitch?
Fuck if you a vet, you can't even keep up with me, bitch (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Talkin' shit through yo computer (Yeah)
I'll go to war wit' ya, n***a, I got shooters
If you need to get embarrassed, n***a, I can do it (Huh)
You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser
Talkin' shit through yo computer (Yeah)
I'll go to war wit' ya, n***a, I got shooters
If you need to get embarrassed, n***a, I can do it (Yuh)
You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser

[Outro Skit: Regular Show]
[Mordecai] Huh? Ah, we won
[Eileen] Actually—