[Verse 1: Dritty Pope]
Yeoman was the start, and this is the finish
I’m not retired, but I’m changing the gimmick
Bromine on my desk, cheddar in my spinach
And now I’m gonna change my name to vinegar!
[Verse 2: jesus Chris]
Pope Gang revival, it’s been a while
Since the gang has spit, this vile shit
To the masses, hoes on their asses
Writing all their bars while we’re skipping’ all our classes!
[Verse 3: Dritty Pope]
Eating lotsa Halls, and reading the wrappers
Sucking’ people’s balls, most of them real rappers
So I don’t get respect, balls down my neck
Brown on my neck, most of them are also crappers!
[Verse 4: jesus Chris]
Dritty’s deepthroating, I’m motor boating
With these walls that I’m coating with DNA
I swear I’m not gay, and I don’t play
‘cause these raps are foreboding!
[Chorus: Dritty Pope]
Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous
Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus
Spit analytical, spit real typical
Drop that beat like a defenestration!
[Verse 5: jesus Chris]
Names’ jesus Chris, but I’m still not feelin’ it
Bananas on my waist but she’s still not peelin’ it
Won’t give me head, send her off to bed
Try making bread, but instead I’m fuckin’ stealin’ it!
[Verse 6: Respected Artist]
Bars miscellaneous
Forged in ores of crushed Coors
Yet the flavors are flavorless
Two tabs of chrome dethroned savoured with
Goon ran crab the fads are drum laden swift
(Gong) Woke up in a cold press juicer
Quick enough to pick apart the pulp mess tumors
Head rumors, used to fuse snooze
To ruse and confuse the mood of bed loomers
Shit! Let's just hope I'm mellow
‘cause I could fill a whole lotta bowls with yellow
And you could fowl owls in towels from false ghettos
Man, I'm never not shallow my bowels are like Jello
Hello, how are you this morning?
Just thinking bout the stinking trout of clues in mourning
Used to be on top of the elusive hoarding
But I'm currently ahead of all the news it's boring
Drit be snoring
Chrispy in the corn’ making food for hoarding
Sorting, the necessary moods for snorting
And cooking up something good
I'm talking Persona grata in latey dramas with baby mommas
Terra cotta koalas and Dalai Lama’s in shady ‘jamas
Never part of the parlor to prop his callers
And he hollers with dollars and scabie bites in the squaller
Don’t know how that went
Thinking close to bad but my mind is spent
Indent onto a new rhyme leave it up to intrigue
Liturgy to spit or feed impassive dick weeds
Before complaining about the mass and sermon
Go ahead and bring a cain in for all the standing hermans
Don’t sue the layman cuz his parkings iffy
This part will make you gay man so just hide the stiffy
[Verse 7: Dritty Pope]
Dritty, Dritty, Dritty
In Vatican City
Takin’ big shitties on Italian titties
Woah, Dritty’s in the Vatican
Chillin’ with Dirty Galligan
Whoops! Won’t say that again… Uh!
[Chorus: jesus Chris]
Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous
Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus
Spit analytical, spit real typical
Drop that beat like a defenestration!
[Verse 8: jesus Chris]
Find us on campus, you know we’re boisterous
Find your girl, yeah, you know she’s moist for us
Find your guy on Grindr, he says, “He’s just curious,”
Yeah, I bet your fuckin’ furious!
[Verse 9: Dritty Pope]
Ready Colombians, they say “Listos!”
Rub ya girl’s bean, she gets the least o’s
Only ‘cause your middle finger technique blows
All you do is fiddle with stank and weak hoes!
Fiddle!
[Verse 9: Respected Artist]
I piss purpose in a Rent-a-center
Bent a vent or four-door
Probably economy I’m not exactly poor
But I’m not exactly rich so I gotta keep my score up
[Verse 10: Dritty Pope]
My bars are so cold, I’m friction’ freezing
My Dritty shrunk, no big ol’ penis
I’m shitty drunk, I need some pizza
Just guess how messed up my spleen is!
[Verse 11: Respected Artist]
You gotta change your policies, abolish these
Cummy-carpet dollar trees, my dollar sees
Above the trees of scummy market collar creeds
Collard greens, I don’t like my collard greens
But college dreams make it seem that everybody’s fucking me
[Chorus: Dritty Pope & jesus Chris]
Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous
Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus
Spit analytical, spit real typical
Drop that beat like a defenestration!
Bars Pusillanimous, truly is magnanimous
Organize these bars on my childhood abacus
Trifuckta savages, I always snack a bit
I fucked a bag o’ tits, where the fuckin-
