This is a song about a very minor character From Rick and Morty (Are you serious?) Here we go! On a distant planet populated by another race Lives a six pawed cat who might slap you in the face He's Gazopazorpfield, and he wants his enchiladas Vitriolic rage, well you know he's got a lot of Insults that he hurls while Jon reads the paper And just like Morty Jr., know destruction's in his nature Half cat, half Gazorpian, and he don't you like either Smack you in the head with the telephone receiver Spitting racial epithets, spilling coffee on the table A dark and sick reality since Rick hooked up the cable It's Garfield minus Garfield, plus a little Scorsese While Morty's in his room with the robot making babies From the matriarchal planet, where the women call the shots And Lorenzo Music's still alive involved every plot Playing Venkman in the cartoon, like Bill Murray in the movie Rick Sanchez making conversation, and it's mad confusing He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Gazorpazorfield, you've been a very bad cat Putting Nermal in the oven throwing Odie in the vat Of boiling stew I think you knew the power of the flames Why did you have to immolate your friends? you're so insane While Summer's been a bummer shooting steroids fighting demons And Scroopy Noopers' still protecting Pluto for a reason And Pizzas Eating people always got to stuff their face Showing zero prejudice, enjoying every race Alternate realities, I know we've seen a few Parents staying single, Snuffles in the robot suit Rick and Morty mutilated, buried in the yard Logically impossible like Soren Kierkegaard He might say that it's absurd, word, I don't even know Raising flu awareness every song and every show So call me MC Haps I'm a virus hating rapper Hoping Morty loves me, he's been looking very dapper! He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? They call me Gazorpazorpfield! I've got an oddly improvisational feel, to be real From a planet where males grow up to kill Jon he, reads from his paper but your boy keeps it real Hits him with a, "You're a dumb, weak, stupid Idiot." Throw a little white guilt in for the fun of it Gazorpazorpfield sees a line and I'm crossing it Unlike Ants In My Eyes Johnson, you are feelin' it On Gazorpazorp it's not rude if it's honest And honestly Jon's a milk toast piece of garbage And you'd better prep the enchiladas and the garnish Best believe, better leave, all the cheese that was promised Each and every weekday streamed to your monitors Ratings so hot that it stops the thermometers Drive my sports car, dodge the photographers Up next, a new episode of Ball Fondlers He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) He's Gazorpazorp (Gazorpazorpfield) Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas? Where's my enchiladas, Jon, this is not a joke