(Intro) Hark! Attend the beat, let it drop! Drop! Drop! DROP!! (Verse 1) With words that dance and never stop. Thou art lit, with rhythm nonstop, In this snake ass beer Ian blip-bop! (Chorus) To thee, to you, my times pursue, A bonnet spun with beats anew. With every chop, the crowd goes "Whoo! We love you" (Verse 2) In this bard's tale, told in the venue. Lit by the stars, the night's aglow, With words that flow and steal the show. Thou sayest "ma," and to thee, they bow, In this leer ick ill fête, we best toe! (Chorus) Flap, flap, the quill goes on the pad, Crafting verses, merry and mad! With every flap, feel not sad, For in these rye yams, joy's to be had! (Bridge) Rep heat with me! Let's ray se the cup! To you, to chop, to lit, to flap. (Outro) In this grand hall, we shall not wrap, Till dawn doth rise, and stars give up!
