[Verse 1:] I’m thinkin' real melancholy My woman's got her melons on me All my friends are downtown drinking I'm in Harlem on the toilet thinkin 'bout Hot bagels, cold cream cheese in her jeansies It wasn’t easy ‘cause I am greasy Uh, you got broads in your dorm room? You got broads, yeah they’re whores dude! I got oil in my pores dude I’m eatin’ Spanish food more dude Rice in my face, rice in a napkin Lice in the lace down in her panties She takes a shower. I shake a tower I take an hour as per the usual She neck for hours but it hurts her uvula I feed her arugula, I'm counting syllables You countin’ boobs you fuck I read a syllabus, you hit a silly bitch You smokin’ blunts, I’m goin’ nuts I read more syllabi, am I a silly bi? Well, Barack got high, Michelle made it clap But I just wanna see Malia make it shake ‘cause I can eat cake off a cocoa girl’s cake Yeah I can make the bio major shake I ask her what my genus is She ask me where my penis is I ask her what my species is She ask me where my feces is Wow! I guess you twerk on campus Hey! You should try and work on campus Or just show more of your assets Uh, issa lotta girls ass sets In my classes, in your dad’s bed Vegan ladies: my meat is grass-fed Am I content or am I just content? [Chorus:] Shit on a titty, tit on a shitty Walter Mitty: start a new committee Hit a pretty biddy for infinity From a new city ‘cause I am Dritty Shit on a titty, tit on a shitty Walter Mitty: start a new committee Hit a pretty biddy for infinity From a new city ‘cause I am Dritty [Verse 2:] Do you have aesthetic or is your ass thick? You just need some frickin’ chap stick I need one more chicken frapp stick Am I angry? Just a tad bit Temper: don’t know how to calm it Chapped lips and I fuckin’ balm it Fap it ’til I’m in bed bawling [Chorus:] Shit on a titty, tit on a shitty Walter Mitty: start a new committee Hit a pretty biddy for infinity From a new city ‘cause I am Dritty Shit on a titty, tit on a shitty Walter Mitty: start a new committee Hit a pretty biddy for infinity From a new city ‘cause I am Dritty [Verse 3:] Yo, my bedroom’s got the bros in it The kale den’s got the hoes in it My bar binder’s got the flows in it And the cornfield’s got the crows in it The laundry hamper’s got the clothes in it My college courses, I’ve chosen it In FIQWS class I’m Slobin’ it Man it’s grass and flowers, I’m hosin’ it Fuck her ass for hours, I’m closin’ it If you need GOLF, I’m holdin’ it If I’m playin’ golf, I’m holin’ it If it’s got three holes I’m bowlin’ it And the kitchen cupboard’s got a bowl in it If I’m on reddit I’m trollin’ it, if I— Rise of the snakes, bitch don’t step on the brakes

[Verse 1:] American white bread, am I fat? Ehh I like Friday’s unlimited apps I take a crap they say “Fat people aren’t allowed to fall in love because they’re fat!” I like venti java chip frapps I take deli sandwich craps I beens eatin’ lotsa carrots If you've got your dead Grandfather's jacket then I’ll wear it Issa sexiest gear, uh I been studying bars for years Call me the Bar Scholar Soon I'll be a Bar Doctor Soon I’ll teach a class A class on bars! Do you know my ex? She shows her ass at bars Askya-askya-askya-askya- Askya-askya-askya-askya- Askya girl if she enrolled in Dritty's Bar Seminar She says no, you give it to her really hard Keep on being as happy as you are! Keep on being a nappy admirer! Keep on getting promoted and hired She seems distant, she seems tired “I’m not gonna dump my pipe into the fire!” [Verse 2:] But you jizz in it anyway Make a lake in it And deep down, you know she's taking it She takin yo dick and my dick And my class, her ass is in it If she passes it I’ll smash! She'll get high honors And once again I’ll put these nuts on her I’ll put this nuts by her... My friend Becky is the choir My ex gimme necky and it makes me shoot higher “I’m not gonna dump my pipe into the fire!” [Verse 3:] In her innards I am spackling Downers in her she is lagging Kindling and tinder’s in the wagon Write in Tinder im into dragons She said “Faggot, preferably Don’t be dragon these nuts across my face,” Might as well dump it in the fireplace Ask her to dictate how this dick tastes, uh! [Verse 4:] It’s not the droppiest drop But, yo girl she the thottiest thot She adore the frat they say “Fat people arent allowed to fall in love because theyre fat! So ass twerkin’, jerk jerkin’, abs and planks are all she worries about now You’re the highest rung on the social ladder If she’s drunk then it’s easy to add her On your snap or on your faplist Only when ur smacced does she look the baddest But when the sun cracks are you the saddest? Are you a zombie at the gladfest? In the night is it only litness? Is the night only belligerent? She seems tired, she seems distant Clean the grime off of your bitch net Tell the frat girl you’ll only have the fittest Yeah I too am into fitness Fitness dick in yo mouf!

[Intro: Dritty Pope] Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who Aye, aye [Chorus:] Make the beat, bake the meat Overcooked, overheat Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired Dritty Grocers is complete Make the beat, bake the meat Overcooked, overheat Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired Dritty Grocers is complete! [Verse 1:] Welcome to the grocery Well come in the hoes you see! Get the chocolate at the checkout No cash? Take your checks out! Drink a Slurpee when your sweaty Frozen pizza’s almost ready Dip Tositos in the queso Yes I’m high but also they know Dritty’s in the building Got a biddy on his building! Oh, the foamy that’s the clindy Always likes to soothe my bindy Put the sali on my face Meet the gal she at my place At the market wearing lace Eat the salad just for taste She’s strawberry blonde And her bra isn’t on And I’m high off the ‘uan’ Turn around and she’s gone? Enter my market Don’t forget your harness! Bae goals in the fridge Babes in the crib And now I’m gonna drink an extra big Mr. Pibb! [Chorus:] Make the beat, bake the meat Overcooked, overheat Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired Dritty Grocers is complete Make the beat, bake the meat Overcooked, overheat Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired Dritty Grocers is complete! [Verse 2:] Comin’ back with the pulled pork I eat ‘tang wth a dirty fork I got a box of the mac We make macaroni I’m behind her back But we ran outta soda Hit the grocery store, hit a grosser whore, go grocery shopping Bro, sure I’ll cop it No sir, I’m not sloppy But I’m in the Coke aisle. Sure, snort! Never benevolent when I’m makin’ frozen pizza I meet a disheveled bitch and I fuck her over easy I fry her eggs, I make a man He’ll make it big while you shoplift Yo, do good, feel good But now they tryna steal goods So now they think they feel hood And now I wanna feel wood Mind over matter It’s a hands on matter Stir up the batter Batter up, badder butt Hit it hard, seal it shut No poop, Dritty Pope Play the loop, okay nope! [Chorus: Dritty Pope & Lil Father Time] Make the beat, bake the meat Overcooked, overheat Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired Dritty Grocers is complete Make the beat, bake the meat Overcooked, overheat Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired Dritty Grocers is complete! [Verse 3: Lil Father Time] I'm your neighborhood baker with the premium salt Pay me my labors and I'm out this bitch And I'm off to baltimore, more, more, need anything? ‘boutta hit the corner store! Milk and rye, that's what I'm for Slumped, tucked Fitted, teeth gritted Grills fitted with plastic Chemistry can, ain't that fantastic? But bread's stale as a hockey puck Yo, Dritty in the grocery'll hook you up! Steve off the bars, but still on the bangs Same with the sushi and same with the grains Protect us your mercy and Bring us the rain The grain only grows when we unleash the bangers to fall to Hit drum like one-two Ears barely keep up like gum-shoe Ooh! Diddlies on the mind, that's my gumption @sethmeetscience I’ll meet you at functions 413 get the fuck outta Dunkin’ Let me tell you something: Fields of green that's where I'm from and Pumpkin head trippin' round fields of strawbs We going to college, we getting us jobs! Illegal Civ riot school is cool, like a lot Toss the old life reinvent your ways See us on camera, see us at plays DrittyWear collab with the Frito-Lays! You know what I've been up to? Been doing for days Ive got vocations, SethMeetsPrayer But lemme be honest Dritty beats the meat but his girl likes it braised! [Dritty Pope & Lil Father Time:] Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye [Chorus:] Make the beat, bake the meat Overcooked, overheat Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired Dritty Grocers is complete Make the beat, bake the meat Overcooked, overheat Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired Dritty Grocers is complete! [Verse 4: Dritty Pope] Got an AK-47 on my back, tryna shoot it Eat the soup with a fork but my mom said spoon it All I'm doing is eating uncooked ramen Then I'm pooing bricks, red waters common Feel my intestines, feel up my next bitch They both bleeding, hey both pleading with me: “Stop beating it Dritty, stop beating me Dritty!"

[Verse 1:] Either you’re a pimp or a hoe but not both so pick one Scoopin’ up dirt man this load is a thick one Hoe yourself, mow lawns all morning Hoe you’re wet, all you are horny All I do is mow lawns all day If my hoe just yawns she’s probably gay Fill the truck with grass pie A townsfolk walks by He gives a condescending “Keep it up!" The broom bitches still sweep it up Write the bars down in your planner Show ya girl a banana! We the Mow Bros., your lawn’s mowed We use hoes like hoes We get ‘em dirty, they pick up the weed Do we clean ‘em? No, they’re gross Submit to your boss you get decent 0’s Quit, hit your bitch but she still gets o’s Hit the deli get a dolla coffee Use a leaf blower to get ya girl off me Ask ya boss, “How we doin’” He says “That lawn is ruined,” He says “Plow the ruins,” I piss on the job but now im pooin’ I rake the dirt ’til the cow starts mooin’ I make her squirt then she starts pooin’ Lawn Boys clean the whole village To hop in the truck Is ya hoe's instinct Mulch men make the beds black If I don’t shower then my bed’s black I’m nasty. The sweep sluts just ask me Why I don’t shower, all I do is snack Mark does another light wack I blow out another black crack An assfault crack, a village asscrack Sean eats out a white man’s crack Dirty Galligan take a bath Hit the crack out of a spoon Your hoe got the crack that i spoon [Chorus:] Larry: that snake in your shirt is about to rise I flirt in the workplace with older guys They all have wives, they all tell lies The dirt on my hands is only a disguise! That snake in your shirt is about to rise I flirt in the workplace with older guys They all have wives, they all tell lies The dirt on my hands is only a disguise! [Verse 2:] Either use a rake or a hoe but not both so pick one Need a dirt job then hoe does a quick one The cake on your hoe is definitely a thick one Yes the hoe gets deeper In your hoe I’m deeper If it’s grassseed I’m sowin it’ Also hatred I sow a bit The nice titties get shown a bit My last bitch is a hoe a bitm Her farts are from a public twerk I’m from the Department of Public Works I mow for the DPW Tell ya boss, “Bitch, I had enough of you.”

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[Intro:] Start a pizza business ‘cause I knead the dough Start a pizza business ‘cause I need the dough Bart a stizza pusiness ‘cause I Start a pizza business ‘cause I Bart a stizza business ‘cause I deed the know [Verse 1:] Yo, I start a pizza business ‘cause I knead the dough At the market make a fetus with my previous hoe Man, I fart on Austin’s penis, man, I need a hoe… Yo, girls go to college to get more knowledge? Hey! I’m at City College to get more DrittyKnowledge! I’m at the Harlem Campus The only place I can piss At the campus deli i get Pringles, that’s a can of piss I start a health club No one Joins; they’re at the club I’m chillin’ in the Marshak Named after Greg Marshak I’m lookin’ for a snack Head over to the NAC Cafe because the Marshak doesn’t accept my CityOne card The NAC Cafe is closed so I hike the hills of Harlem It tones my thighs; here's another bad bar My dorm room thats Barlem, in my dorm room im barfin’ And later Salsa Mambo dancing in the NAC Ballroom [Chorus 1:] [Safat Chowdhury:] Everybody give a big hand for Clark! [Dritty Pope and Audience:] When I say CC, you say NY CC! “NY!” When I say CC, you say NY CC! “NY!” [Verse 2:] I’m at the Harlem campus, I sleep through all my classes Got a fat bitch and some cannabis, I take advantage! City College astronomy with no planetarium City College ants crawl down the old stairs we’re on City college pool thats got asbestos City College women I hear they get the best o’s! [Chorus 2:] [Dritty Pope and Audience:] When I say Beavers, you say Nation Beavers! “Nation!” Beavers! “Nation!” Beavers! “Nation!” Yeah, CCNY! You are in the building, give it up for yourselves! *Audience screams* [Verse 3:] ‘cause CUNY’s got a puny budget Only Coico can touch it I can’t even touch tits Everybody's on their own shit This beat? Yeah, I own it I make my own beats I’m mentally obese I’ve got weak material, my junk is veneriall This sermon’s diabolical You’ve got nasty follicles… Write an essay for FIQWS What the fuck is FIQWS? Anyway I hit a thick bitch I finish up with FIQWS I find out she's a dike bitch And she don’t even like dick! Uh! Wow, college, wow, knowledge I'm just tryna fill my wallet I'm just tryna fuckin ball it’s ‘cause I’m such a fuckin’ gromit Eat my fuckin’ ass and vomit!

[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-

[Intro:] Oral Diarrhea, wouldn’t wanna be ya I don’t wanna see ya [Verse 1:] If it’s breakfast, I’m eating’ it If it’s chest hits, I’m receiving it The best shits are green a bit The best bitch will scream a bit My next bitch, I’mma pee in it If the dress fits, girl, be in it Either I text Vic or I’m beatin’ it Geez... But I’m warm so I’m dormant Lazy minded like normal Ground-breaking like a foreman Brown ladies I got four man Add a bar to the floor plan Add another bar to the floor plan I’ve learned, how to yearn And I yearn for your urine If you’re near then I came If you’re near then I Came! Are you here? Are you sane? Can you hear me the same? Do you love me the same? Am I high or insane? Am I tied up in chains, yes… [Verse 2:] What if I switched my ass and my mouth? All I do is talk shit anyway All I do is talk Drit' anyway All I poo is oral shit anyway What if I put my ass in my mouth All I do is eat shit anyway If I spit fast, then you listen “Wow, that shit’s good, he’s got flow He sound like the rapper that I used to know,” What I put my mouth in my ass? I’ve always wanted to eat my own ass! I’d talk diarrhea and I’d show my friends I’ll cry me river, somebody help her Get me outta this jizz-covered bed Tryna pass class without beating my meat red.. ______’s sucking dick like _______ pays him $9.08 ______ talks to Vic, like lemme know your height and weight Rise of the Snakes, bitch, don’t step on the brakes Rise of the Snakes, bitch, don’t step on the brakes ______’s sucking dick like _______ pays him $9.08 ______ talks to Vic, like lemme know your height and weight! Rise of the Snakes, bitch, don’t step on the brakes Rise of the Snakes, bitch, don’t step on the brakes! [Verse 3:] Frozen pizza’s in the freezer Put the mayo on the wiener Boiling it makes it cleaner Toy with me, don’t be a cheater! You rap good, my raps are weaker Jungle juice out of a beaker Sour cream as coffee creamer The green is in my past My team is all at class So I’m alone but I still have class And a bad knack for trash raps And passing gas in front of a lass Whose nose thinks crass! Why can’t I fart in front of girls? Why can’t I start to rule the world? Why can’t my heart just choose its purpose? Why can’t I do a decent verse?

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[Intro: Dritty Pope, jesus Chris, & Respected Artist] I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime Describe yourself as Avant-Garde? Prescribe yourself some ramen larde, bitch! I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime I come alive in the vra- vra-, I come alive in the Mwah! Mwah! [Verse 1: Dritty Pope] You come alive in the nighttime? I fuck her thighs in the nighttime! When the sun is out I’m movin’ like bowels She wet like a shower You dry like a towel You come alive in the nighttime! You call my wife in the nighttime You cuck a bro in the nighttime You suck a toe, now it’s my time, Go! [Interlude: Dritty Pope, jesus Chris, & Respected Artist] Suck on my, suck on my, suck on my toe Suck on my, suck on my, suck on my toe Suck on my, suck on my, suck on my, suck on my Suck on my, suck on my, suck on my toe! [Verse 2: Dritty Pope] You come alive in the nighttime? I come alive in the morning I come alive when I wake up, when the Light hits my eyes and my brain starts to work I am alive in the daytime You only live when rules don’t apply You act yourself when you drink top shelf You can act a fool, you can act real cool But you can’t act yourself without Bud Lime? Just eat an egg and then fly! Tweak off the joy of being alive Get vertical, don’t get high You come alive in the nighttime I’m eating fries in the nighttime I’m spending dimes, and treating dimes To juice, and we’re high all our lifetime You gettin’ high in the nighttime? I’m gettin’ high when the birds fly! I turd wide, I’m sure lithe You’re crying, hey we’re all dying But are you dead in the daytime? Are you a zombie when it’s classtime? Do you only say mommy when it’s asstime?

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!