(Intro: Michael Kurten and Black Jesus)
"Fushigi!"
Uh, yo, shoutout Master Oogway!
"Oogway?"
There are no accidents...
"Says you."
Uh, check it:

(Verse 1: Michael Kurten)
This EP ‘bout to be a 10 just like the Waffle Webelos
Like Ski Mask, catch me outside, like my name gazebo
Our home Play N’ Trade, that’s always where we go
Ben Roethlisberger in the crew, and he got the deep throw
I said deep throw, not deep throat, ‘cause that would be homo
We use one Instagram post as our promo
This flow is hot, mix it in with some cocoa
This song is garbage, the lyrics are so-so
These raps así-así
So they are out for free
One more shoutout to Ski
He got more flow than me
But I just like the beat
Hit-Boy produced some heat
And while y’all in the streets
I’m doing math worksheets
I’m only 15 like the Rap Fanatic
Pop multivitamins, and not the xanax
Love Flintstone Gummies, I think I’m an addict
Take the dino ones gettin’ high as attic
Lyrics written by me, yes, most are cheesy
But it’s a joke, got a problem with it? Come and see me
No I’m not Yung Waddle, won’t be on the TV
Just an antisocial geek known for being creepy
But they say, “This is poor taste, idea’s trash
You’re only doing this for the cash!”
But the EP’s free ‘cause of beats like this
I guess that’s ONE little fact that you morons missed
Ok, I know, I’m white, I can’t rap
But it’s a jest and I like the genre, unlike trap
But people still gonna say, “This is crap!”
Then I tell ‘em go away and fix your wide tooth gap
Wait, I still need to keep going? This verse is long
Unlike the thing under my waist, wait, that’s wrong
I think this is supposed to be sort of a clean song
So let’s pretend I didn’t say that and just move along
But I guess I’ll keep saying words
Just a little bit fast, maybe hit up Forbes
Try to get some money, but that won’t happen
I’m the rap pioneer, and I hate the captain
Now another 4 lines, just rhyme the end
Soon I’ll pass the mic to my holy friend
Do you think this EP is good? It depends
But it’s not a work of “art” that I would defend
Ok the next verse is BJ, it’s his last
Sadly the time for this EP has passed
But let me just say, it was a blast
I never thought this joke would happen quite this fast
Now his verse is only 12 lines, short as elf
But, like the rest of the EP, I wrote myself
Now, I guess it’s time to put the pen on the shelf
And let disciples sign up, oh, I’m the twelfth
(Interlude: Michael Kurten, Aaron Argot, and Black Jesus)
Ay, Black Jesus, Black Jesus
"Ay."
Black Jesus
"Ay."
BLACK JESUS!

(Verse 2: Black Jesus)
On this EP, we’ve reached the last verse
My flow is sick again, go and call the nurse
Unnecessary criticism is the worst
So listen to these songs and tell me rap’s a curse
Y’all have too much negativity, go to church
Been lookin’ for competitors, still in search
And sometimes doubters just raise my temper
And get all mad for that line with genders?
Whatever, it’s not controversial, just the truth
Hangin’ with Naomi and my good friend Ruth
Made on PC, we don’t have no booth
Lil Yachty who? I’M THE KING OF THE YOUTH!

(Outro: Black Jesus and Michael Kurten)
This is my blessing...and my curse
"Peace!"