This Is Why I'm Macaroni

[Verse 1: Lemson aka Pony Boii] Bitches call me Slick Rick Ross Especially when they're swimming in my thick dick sauce Call me the goat cuz I am what I eat Call me the meat cuz I am what I beat Call your girl a helmet, when she's givin dome RAP GAME DOUG DIMMADOME OWNER OF THE DIMMSDALE DIMMADOME My socks got pandas on them, that's hipster Smoking on that Canibus while I Jack the Ripper I came out the womb of King Tut's tombs Fathead of Squidward playing clarniet in my room Diddy Kong Racing on n64, that's that trill shit Whales eatin' food, that's that krill shit Getting head from Michelle Obama in the oval office, now that's patriotic Hot bitches with tails, now that shit's erotic Picking up bitches like arcade claw machines I lean...pockets [Hook] THis is why I'm hot (hot) This is why I'm swag (swag) This is why I'm butter (butter) This is why, this is why, this is why I'm macaroni I'm macaroni, livin the Suite Life of Zach and Kony This is why, this is why, this is why I'm macaroni [Verse 2: Algernon aka Floaty Dunkster] This is why I’m cheesin call me macaroni Give me one reason I’ll Smack Down a jabroni Rock em Rock em sock em on the chin bone Knock em knock em out just call me Kimbo Cruising through scenes with the team lookin mean Your party’s full of sausages I call you Jimmy Dean Salad with my roni cuz you know I got that green Throwing back a fifth every night of Jim Beam Wash a bitch in Whiskey swim in her pool Take a big drink make em hot keep it cool Floating off that pasta I be on some other shit In that hot water I still keep it hard as shit I’m cooler than a cooler and I’m hotter than a sauna Roll up to her crib cuz I know your girl wanna I see all you fuckers acting tough like you know me But you ain’t know shit ain’t about that macaroni [Verse 3: (◕_◕¬) aka BBDS] I show them that I'm fluent in Klingon Whores on my dick, all they do is cling on Every day after school I get a head Passed you up in Mario Kart, get ahead (haha) Bitches like me cause I look like Frodo Baggins Like Gudda Gudda, I'm grocery baggin It's cause I do hood shit on the internet My dick's a jellyfish, I put it in her net At the Walmart, picking girls that want a shag I got deez hoes, grocery swag I'm the Colin to your SportsNation The stoner Chronic Jerry Seinfeld masturbation Shouts out to Bill-Finn, yea that niggy noice Will Smith dancing in the rain, yea that jiggy moist I got so much emotion, chakras never broken Even when I'm STEEZed, i'll keep my third eye open [Verse Gawd: Teebird AKA Dylan] Fucking bitches like an angry slur Sling my dick into her temple I'm an angry bird Sittin crooked in my slab loose like pulled pork No matter you still ain't eatin you'd catch tetanus with my fork I won't spoon a bitch but I'll make sure we fork, good lord Flow so hot it's jalepeno when it get's all up in you Killed the beat and left the rhyme cold and dead in the Macaroni Mausoleum Asked me if I wanted a gram but everybody know I got 22 of them Don't need your fucking hand outs I'll reach with my own 2 I guess Whippin is a miracle, I been whipping Britney since she was on the stereo Young Teebird pop a heater like a molly have you bitches sweating Lyrical discharge when I release this bar never forget it That last bar alone just destroyed your whole message And all I did was talk about that bar and I don't even regret it Alg got those vowels but Cali Squad isn't even bowing Me and Young Cali, smoking herb, we been in the alley