[Intro: milo]
We in Steel Tipped Dove's dojo
The mic— The mic is hot
Scallops Hotel is the building
Four walls and a ceiling
No matter the— uh
No matter the— uh
No matter the— uh

[Verse: milo]
Opened a roller derby in Scholomance
Since we living in Hell, might as well do the Shmoney Dance
Hold my train, I can't simply be the Running Man
I mean, I'm in the running, man
Foil decoy, Leonard Nimoy in scorching sands
Billy Shatners, silly bastards usurped upon their own shores
I prefer leisure to my house chores, but I like to drink from clean cups
Life is mean, it sucks
I mush my face in the tension like a newly-cleaned rug
Do you think a bazooka is a gun? Or a tablet writ poem?
The modem is totem pole, wrote this rap post-coitus, cuddle-roll

[Coda: milo]
Muggle befuddle what he doesn't know
And can you blame him? And can you blame him?
Muggle befuddle what he doesn't know
And can you blame him? Can you blame him?
I'll leave him in the dark regardless
Muggle befuddle what he doesn't know
Rely on that, rely on that
Scallops Hotel is the— Yeah