Cookin' in the Krusty Krab, motherfucker get some bands

Plankton, fienin', formula, should probably get some better plans

Sellin' Krusty double patties, better pull up and get some baddies

Opposition's in the alleys, I'll be comin' for they families

Fuckin' on me, Mrs. Puff, never will I have enough

Squiddy better get to work or I'll be trippin' off that perc

Spongy boy always been trusty, makin' patties at the Krusty

Straight from the trenches of Bikini Bottom, mermaid man's gone but not forgotten

Cash register so full it's bustin', the gang is where I put me trust in

Cop the whip, don't catch me lackin', everyone knows I'm Krabby Packin

What the fuck is Cleatus doin'

Workin' with Plankton, shit's confusin' Patrick Thuggin', that boy buggin

Squiddy get the door and let me fuckin' plug in

Squilliam Fancyson is gay, he gets no bitches any day

With the Krusty crew, we got that switch

We'll shoot up like Plankton if we see that bitch

Workin' for Mr. K for overtime

But he still won't spare me a single dime, bumpin' Kelpy G at the bottom of the sea, Bikini Bottom is the place to be

Patrick Star is an I.D. 10 T.

His brain was fried to the first degree, running' 'round singing leedle leedle lee

Motherfucker, you can't count to three, went fuckin' hard at the bubble bowl

Wasn't even my full potential

An Alaskan Bull-Worm ate my clarinet, that shit made me fuckin' upset

Once fed Spongebob a pie that was a bomb, when that shit went off

I thought I saw Saddam, I got hella motion, no jerkin' with lotion

By the time I finish it's four in the morin'

Thousand years later and these bars are fire

I ain't never gonna get the life, my desire

What the Sigma