REGULAR

[Intro Skit: Sam Marin, J.G. Quintel, William Saylers & JASIAH] [Muscle Guy] Hey! Where are your instruments man? [Mordecai] 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! [Intro] Damn Damn, haha Damn, bitch, bitch Yuh, yuh, yuh (Huh) Yuh, huh, yuh Ayy, ayy [Verse 1] On my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout them bands (Yeah) My niggas gon' be flexin', no, you cannot comprehend (Cannot ascend, yeah), knotty clique Shotty hit yo body, make yo body flip (Boom, boom) Tummy tuck, pussy gettin' tummy-fucked (Yeah), you gon' get yo money up Pussy, where yo toy at? (Yeah) Always fuck the boy (Yeah, yeah) Bitch, I came up from the dirt (Huh, huh, huh), and I'm comin' from abroad, yeah (Uh) Fuel me up, fuel me up, jealous? Bitch, it fuel me up (Yeah) You niggas talk all this clout (Yeah), I just want them fuckin' bucks (Goddamn, bruh) [Chorus] Talkin' shit through yo computer (Pussy boy) I'll go to war wit' ya, nigga, I got shooters If you need to get embarrassed, nigga, I can do it (Yeah) You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser [Verse 2] (Yeah, yuh, ayy, ayy) I be chasin' checks, I can't fuck no busy bitch Chop it off the set, mosh pit 'til 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 (Bitch) [Chorus] Talkin' shit through yo computer (Yeah) I'll go to war wit' ya, nigga, I got shooters If you need to get embarrassed, nigga, I can do it (Huh) You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser Talkin' shit through yo computer (Yeah) I'll go to war wit' ya, nigga, I got shooters If you need to get embarrassed, nigga, I can do it (Yuh) You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser [Outro Skit: Regular Show] [Mordecai] Huh? Ah, we won [Eileen] Actually—