STOP!! Stop, stop

O-okay, play the beat

Play the beat, play the beat

Alex made a banger

I forgot how to do this!

Double entendres mixed up in my head like it's Rubik's

Red, orange, green, blue, yellow

Slow at making art like a turtle that's named Donatello

Lemme think about a line with a double meaning

About the time I was accused of cheating (yeah)

Okay, I think I got it

I finish my test so fast they think I was a cheetah

They unnecessarily salty like the rim on a glass of a fancy margerita

Do you get it? (Get what?)

That felt pretty good when I said it

Can't chase me like it's debit or credit

My bars go hyper like a link, 'cause you know I embed it

Never let bro cook again bruh (menu)

Say "it's not like Brothers," come on cuh (Vincent)

I'm rejecting you like your name's the null (stats)

Pass the bar exam, I called Saul (breaking bad)

Stare into my eyes, I'm a Shakespeare skull (Hamlet)

Lookin' for an architect, I see Mul (Chris)

Robert all the time go "baa baa baa" (goat)

The baby disappears, I'm like "nah nah nah" (go)

Talk about Soho, go "blah blah blah" (Mrs. Hart)

Quite a land like "la la la" (Ryan Gosling)

Keep my head down like Stu and Lace

Iconic duo like tooth and paste (brush)

All my bars are true and based

Nightcrawling like we Lou in haste (Nightcrawler)

The ice and snow is blue and chaste (Hamlet)

Murder mystery (Adam Sandler)

Got a clue misplaced, where is it?

They're in you, they're in me, they're in anything we see

Are we up? Are we down? Are we inside out?

Corrupt and devout with my main man Faust

Raise the dead, necronomicon

Boar's head, cask and demijohn

What, you egg, he's on the prowl

He stabs him, a murder most fowl

Who let bro cook? The golden goose

The Brothers Grimm, it's in a book (reading rainbow)

Barbra Streishand, we're not just damned, we're coarse and rough, we're everywhere

Ancient pharaohs, endless Penrose, ouroboros, perfect repose (woo)

Okay, what?

Huh?

This is my score

What, yuh, ehh, yuh

Okay, so look

Talent show got 'em so shook

I saw your act, I'm like "who let bro cook?" (who let bro cook?)

Working harder than like anyone else, last few years we done took so many Ls (yeah)

Designed my own fit, yeah it gets way too custom

He don't show up with his own drums I don't trust 'em (huh)

Accustomed to mess ups although we discussed none (huh)

The effort y'all put in has got me disgusted, like

What does the point of your band be?

Evil like Candie, I stay collecting these bands, B

Dance while I kill 'em, I feel like Sandee (Sandee)

Make myself clear like do you understand me? (ay)

I knew it was over as soon as I hopped out the car (skrrt)

Baby, I know I'm a star (whoa)

You heard one line and got rid of your bars

And lost your composure like Lydia Tar, ha!

Skrrt!

Yeah, ruff!