[Intro Dialogue]
Aric Graham: “Aric Graham! WE THE WORST MUSIC!”

[Chorus]
Lunchtable tray, lunchtable tray
Lunchtable tray, lunchtable tray
Lunchtable tray, lunchtable tray
Lunchtable tray, lunchtable tray

[Verse 1: Danny Lim]
First things first, shout out to the food that’s oriental
Best lunch food, it’s so fire, like the instrumental
And these rappers are like meatballs, always throwing subs
When I heard your “fire song?” I just shoulder shrug

[Verse 2: Michael Kurten]
Women they play me like cards, but like Luckinich, I got no cards on the table
I really wanna buy studio time, but I can’t afford it like Rachel
I hate Kolin Kuykendall, ‘cause you know man, he’s a prick
And everytime I drop a song, it’s a 10/10 like pizza sticks
“But General Tso is better!”
Better than pizza sticks? C’mon bro, never
Y’all still can’t see me, just like Hellen Keller
And I’m still fly like a hat with propeller
Bars so complex, Rap Genius has to translate
And all my music perfect, like those main-line pancakes
[Verse 3: Jackson Hazen]
Never stopping music, it’s just like my brakes failed
Got the fans all lined up like a bake sale
See all my music focused like I went and popped an Addy
But all your music is just hit or miss, like Chicken Patty

[Verse 4: Michael Kurten]
All these rappers still leaned out like tower of Pisa
And I’m still overhated like cafeteria pizza
Oh, you’ve never heard of Mike? Well, pleasure to meet ya
Got so many quotables, call me Mother Teresa

[Verse 5: Jackson Hazen]
Lately I’ve been on a roll, just call me stromboli
Just asked Black Jesus and he said my flow is holy
Y’all people weird, just like that kid named Connor Zody
So please don’t ever hit my line if you are not a homie

[Verse 6: Danny Lim]
I make art like Joji, always writing ballads (You’re not on par)
And I’m chasing green like cafeteria salad (That’s a bar)
And all those songs you drop? They are just not art
‘Bout as bland as a multi-grain Pop-Tart

[Verse 7: Michael Kurten]
I prolly have more plays than you got
Like Panera Bread, that’s food for thought (thot)
Still sleeping on me, ya need a cot
‘Cause just like a Hambo, I keep it hot
Peep my discography, you’ll see I’m always making art
And I got anything you’d want in music, call me a-la-carte
I got the best lyrics in High School, think that all the way
‘Cause y’all as bland as that meal they serve on holidays
[Verse 8: Danny Lim]
All your verses suck, you only can write a hook
You think repetition’s clever? Anyone can do that, look...

[Chorus (Outro Version)]
Lunchtable tray, lunchtable tray
Lunchtable tray, lunchtable tray
Sweet like parfait, what did you say?
So many lines, we call it an array
I slice these rappers just like a fillet
And like a lunch lady, I’m cookin’ all day
(Repeated twice)

[Outro Dialogue/Sound]
Aric Graham: (Mickey Mouse laughter)