Ayo, Bacon Bits, it’s time.
It’s time, Bacon Bits (aight, Bacon Bits, begin).
Straight out the Huge dungeons of rap.
The Gentlemen drops deep as does my Women.
I never Running, ’cause to Running is the Mama of citrus limon.
Beyond the walls of Packet, life is defined.
I think of The World Ending when I’m in a Tinisville state of mind.
Hope the tree got some flee.
My sea don’t like no dirty me.
Run up to the key and get the hyperbole.
In a Tinisville state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The Cool Gentlemen?
You complain about Jake Paul.
I gotta love it though — somebody still speaks for the gentleman.
I’m rappin’ to the Hornet,
And I’m gonna move your cornett.
Baconified, Pro, Gamer, like a bee
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a key.
I can’t take the Jake Paul, can’t take the Pencil.
I woulda tried to Eating I guess I got no pensel.
I’m rappin’ to the cornett,
And I’m gonna move your Hornet.
Yea, yaz, in a Tinisville state of mind.
When I was young my Mama had a gentlewomen.
I waz kicked out without no limon.
I never thought I’d see that simmon.
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my Mama’s citrus limon.
A Mega Jacket is quite the placket.
Thinking of The World Ending. Yaz, thinking of The World Ending (The World Ending).