[Guy in crowd:] Hey! Where are your instruments man? Shut it! We're- Jasiah [Mordecai:] And we rock so hard, we don't need instruments [Rigby:] Hit it! [Benson:] A one, a two, a one, two, three, four! Damn Damn, haha Damn, bitch, bitch Yuh, yuh, yuh (Huh) Yuh, huh, yuh Ayy, ayy On my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout them bands (Yeah) My niggas gon' be flexin', no, you cannot comprehend me, knotty clique Shotty hit yo' body, make yo' body flip, tummy tuck Pussy gettin' tummy-fucked, you gon' get yo' money up Pussy, where yo' toy at? Always [?] Bitch, I came up from the dirt, and I'm comin' from abroad, yeah Fuel me up, fuel me up, jealous? Bitch, it fuel me up You niggas took all this clout, I just want the fuckin' bucks Talkin' shit through yo' computer I'll go to war with' ya, nigga, I got shooters If you need to get embarrassed, nigga, I can do it You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser (Yeah) I be chasin' checks, I can't fuck no busy bitch Chop it off the set, mosh pit till you fuckin' dizzy, bitch Talkin' all that shit, why the fuck you fakin' numbers, bitch? Fuck if you a vet, you can't even keep up with me, bitch Talkin' shit through yo' computer I'll go to war with' ya, nigga, I got shooters If you need to get embarrassed, nigga, I can do it You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser Talkin' shit through yo' computer I'll go to war with' ya, nigga, I got shooters If you need to get embarrassed, nigga, I can do it You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser [Mordecai:] Huh? Ah, we won [Eileen:] Actually-