[Verse 1: Kahlee]
Out in Diego, but raised in Gardena
Came up on a hundred miles running, step in the arena
I'm a rapper slash M.C., writer slash rider slash
Math, add gas, flint, hands spark, fire!
These southern guerilla Cali cats' a killer connect
Like Legos possessed, let Jensen Hot Karl your chest
I've been repping the four fingers with the middle twist since the literates
The 23rd, throw it up for the West

It's like riding a bike, or lifts with CrossFit
I'm dude with a mouth piece, 'bout to jump in the mosh pit
Rick Ross boss shit, I'm an American hero
I'm the chef putting my pubes in Zack Fisher's burrito
I got a bubble with a light bulb in it, I'd trade a beat
For the money he owed in exchange for the car I rented
It's your man Kahlee, the Fresh State Senate, I'm Nas modified
The illest on Obama's playlist on Spotify

[Verse 2: Shawn Collins, the Batman of Rap]
Wait, I wasn't ready, let me get my machete
It's stuck in this fuck's neck and he's spitting up confetti
Vomit and spaghetti, a side of Parmesan
I'm Shawn, I'm the reason Rabbit's palms were sweaty
He thought he was Freddy, tried to fuck with the kid
I had to burn him, I'm turning into Tommy Vercetti
I'll lap you on the tracks, Mario Andretti
I'm a mad man like Jon Hamm rogering Betty
Goddamn! Somebody needs to pray for me
I'm like a gay Jay Z meets ICP
Meets Jermaine Dupri, and a blind Spike Lee
You're faker than the Undertaker played by Brian Lee, whoo
You pull up, I dunk from three
You real shook, I'm Phil Brooks to you Punk MC's, man
Tip my cap, Four Horsemen of rap
But you ain't BoJack, you can't bring them back

[Hook: Hot Karl]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some dope lyrics to step to
So I grabbed on a mic with a pen so I could write
It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike

Because it's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some dope lyrics to step to
So I grabbed on a mic with a pen so I could write
It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike

[Verse 3: William Giovanni]
I never found a cadence that's quicksand
I flip Styles, n***a, like I'm McMahon
HK I got you, this shit's straight
I get to swinging with them Clips like your man Blake
That was on the nose but the bozos read it
Built 4 Cuban linx, this the rose gold edit
Pissing non-believers off with the God flow
That's a mix of Dianetics and diuretics
G, in these old Nikes
With the big block font but I don't like memes
Jeez, I let the help have it
From reporters to the plumbers it's fucking whoever want it
Boom on the Tri-Lamb, hit her on the Beast Coast
All due respect, shout to Miss Haroldine, oh
Plus I'm super wavy, how the fuck a n***a fly 'n' all?
When you try to pop that needle slide off the vinyl

[Verse 4: teewhy]
Ay yo I'm running in the
Middle of the carpool lane, ghost riding a bike
I got the harpoon aimed, sharks trying to bite
Start trying to write and maybe get a buzz
I'm throwing rappers to the side like a litterbug
I don't consider you an inch or two original
I couldn't give two shits about you in the physical
Or the digital, analog or in the flesh
What I think I'll do is hot karl on your fricking chest

Shouts to the motherfucking Bullet Club
Abandon me, keep in G.P. if you still in love
Shit, the feeling's mutual, everybody hates my guts
So play this at my funeral and turn the speakers up
When they dig me up I'm coming for the lot of you
I'll take you out like teewhy from a Beef Season article
Phenomenal, I'm basically Canadian Beyoncé
Blaring Bieber while I shave your parents' beavers
On Broaaadwaaay