Astón Martin/SPAM.

PART I: Astón Martin

[Instrumental]

PART II: SPAM

[Verse 1: Very Smurt]
I wrote this sermon
Slurping fat outta canned meat
Deadman, deadpan
With untanned feet
Giving raps of purple nurples
For the learners having digital
(AIDS)
Talk about something we can't treat
C-COVID-19
Infecting em with the memes
And biceps
Bi-numeral, buy me some time
I got a trilli on my plate
Say I been doing just fine, mate!
(Dammit, love animal crossing...)

But filled with problems laced
With all the dawns for wasting
I got your mom on a plate, say
I’m phenomenal, wait it out
These fans want my rhymes now
That's a fact
They calling me a laxative
I'm blowing hater’s asses
Like a slapping-ass
Hermit crab who happened to rap
Who needs to save the syllable
From stuck at mid frequencies
Eek! I don't got more rhymes
Never mind, man, you know I don't got more time
Say I'm outtie

[Interlude: Very Smurt]
Ayo y'all, debut feature from Gang Gangle
She didn't write it but she rapped it, so that's cool

[Verse 2: Gang Gangle]
Ay, I'm too gay
My mind’s spinning like a Beyblade
I’m a neigh-sayer
To these stupid-ass day haters
I'ma tax your girl
I’m racking up the Ben franks
Dammit, do it daily
Man, that's how I'm making ends bank
Getting harder like I'm forty
Browsing Tik Tok
My bars of hate
Put straight ladies
In a gridlock
My bro and I
The gayest siblings that you’ve ever seen
Taking fake ladies
Get em higher than the seventies