Produced by Dritty Pope
This 'bouta be crazy, this bouta be crazy
Yo, yo, yo, ayy
Chorus: Dritty Pope
Yeoman, Yeoman
Essential member of the Pope Gang
It's past season OldWang
Seth 'n' Dritty in this bitch! Oh man!
Verse 1: Dritty Pope
It's not over 'til it's over
It's snot all over
Puking over and over after mimosas and the chauffer yells: "EFF YOU"
His carpet's all brown
E-Money serves the crappiest drinks in town
But his hoes go down
Look at Seth with his crown
'bouta tear a rectum up
Until its all brown
Like my lungs filled with tar
From cuban cigars
And from ciggy-rettes that biggie reps while swimming in el mar, oh!
Straight bars, gay bars, money I make bars
Gold bars, old bars, this is what you're told bars
Doctor Seuss the rap game
Please excuse my bad aim
Tie a noose at the matinee
Then eat the pussy off a tray
It tastes the best, it won't make a mess so no Patchet Russy goes to waste
Rise of the Snakes, bitch! Dont step on the brakes! But listen to Seth's verse, it'll make you freakin' quake
Its good like Hershey squirts, but not the kind you bake
Im talkin bout the squirts that make youre pants feel like a lake, bitch!
Verse 2: SethMeetsScience
Sick Seth rhymes, he died nine times
Gianni Mora and I dined at every crime
Dritty asked me to spare him a dime
Or drop at least eight for his beat
He assured me it was fate but feat!
Show me the science but we haven't unveiled yet
Too busy filming sleeping and dining with Alouette
Illegal Civ on my hat
Father Steve on my bangs
Tyler keeps fuckin' tellin' me to grow out my wings
To fly like a pilot, to hang on a tree
Man this buddy T must be fuckin' with me
But aside from shit my ribcage is hollowed out
Some burglars ran off with my prized collection of organelles
Now I can't breathe!
What a relief!
Now I don't have to worry 'bout all these pricks floatin' around me
Bridge: Dritty Pope
Beg for the pussy
Eat from the hands of the Yeoman
Even if he just did some gropin'
Vocals provided by Groban
Verse 3: SethMeetsScience
Snort coke, sort smoke my name is Seth
Live by the sea and yes I'm a wreck
Left a hambone in ya lambo
Wait a sec' while Kim K starts
Yellin' Lorenzo
Redzone, deadzone
Uh oh, she's in trouble
'ye's around the block with a brick and a shovel
Am I a tacky kid, or committing sacrilege
Maybe the pussy magnet like the panty did
Last time I dropped a paradigm
But now I'll perform a double drop on this cuckold, bitch!
Outro: Dritty Pope
Yeoman, Yeoman
Essential member of the Pope Gang
It's past season old wang
Seth and Dritty in this bitch!
This 'bouta be crazy, this bouta be crazy
Yo, yo, yo, ayy
Chorus: Dritty Pope
Yeoman, Yeoman
Essential member of the Pope Gang
It's past season OldWang
Seth 'n' Dritty in this bitch! Oh man!
Verse 1: Dritty Pope
It's not over 'til it's over
It's snot all over
Puking over and over after mimosas and the chauffer yells: "EFF YOU"
His carpet's all brown
E-Money serves the crappiest drinks in town
But his hoes go down
Look at Seth with his crown
'bouta tear a rectum up
Until its all brown
Like my lungs filled with tar
From cuban cigars
And from ciggy-rettes that biggie reps while swimming in el mar, oh!
Straight bars, gay bars, money I make bars
Gold bars, old bars, this is what you're told bars
Doctor Seuss the rap game
Please excuse my bad aim
Tie a noose at the matinee
Then eat the pussy off a tray
It tastes the best, it won't make a mess so no Patchet Russy goes to waste
Rise of the Snakes, bitch! Dont step on the brakes! But listen to Seth's verse, it'll make you freakin' quake
Its good like Hershey squirts, but not the kind you bake
Im talkin bout the squirts that make youre pants feel like a lake, bitch!
Verse 2: SethMeetsScience
Sick Seth rhymes, he died nine times
Gianni Mora and I dined at every crime
Dritty asked me to spare him a dime
Or drop at least eight for his beat
He assured me it was fate but feat!
Show me the science but we haven't unveiled yet
Too busy filming sleeping and dining with Alouette
Illegal Civ on my hat
Father Steve on my bangs
Tyler keeps fuckin' tellin' me to grow out my wings
To fly like a pilot, to hang on a tree
Man this buddy T must be fuckin' with me
But aside from shit my ribcage is hollowed out
Some burglars ran off with my prized collection of organelles
Now I can't breathe!
What a relief!
Now I don't have to worry 'bout all these pricks floatin' around me
Bridge: Dritty Pope
Beg for the pussy
Eat from the hands of the Yeoman
Even if he just did some gropin'
Vocals provided by Groban
Verse 3: SethMeetsScience
Snort coke, sort smoke my name is Seth
Live by the sea and yes I'm a wreck
Left a hambone in ya lambo
Wait a sec' while Kim K starts
Yellin' Lorenzo
Redzone, deadzone
Uh oh, she's in trouble
'ye's around the block with a brick and a shovel
Am I a tacky kid, or committing sacrilege
Maybe the pussy magnet like the panty did
Last time I dropped a paradigm
But now I'll perform a double drop on this cuckold, bitch!
Outro: Dritty Pope
Yeoman, Yeoman
Essential member of the Pope Gang
It's past season old wang
Seth and Dritty in this bitch!
( Dritty Pope )
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