Yeah, okay, this is the song right here
Do-do-do-do-do-do, D-I-R-S-A-S, bitch, that's not how you spell darris (No it's not)
I get pasta from my fridge, you should be so embarrassed

Last name Worker and the W is for Walmart, 13 foot 4, but my willy is a tall part
In reality, I'm 5 foot 5, give me a fork and I'll eat you alive

I don't really know what to name this, if my mother found this, I can't explain this
Call me, I'm not saying that
Davis

Rambling and rambling about shit that don't matter, that's what I do daily cause I got
matter
Brown in the bread, you could call it fart batter, this one doesn't rhyme
Waffles are better than pancakes, pancakes are like poo

Second time in this song, I've mentioned number 2, this fart like number 2.5
Meh
Fart batter
Spider's pretty cool, but it sucks, he's less online

me and your brother play tennis all the time
I would let you join but I think it's two player
See you later
Bye

Brown in the bread, you could call it fart batter
Brown in the bread, you could call it fart batter