I spoke to the devil in Miami, he said despacito

[Verse 1: Fried Rice (as Joe Papermaker)]
And I wonder if you know
How we do it down in Eto'
Joe-Yo in your ass like
What the fuck even is lube, bro?
Miller Pulp like Fiction, what the fuck is chronology?
These cuils more than fiction, bitch this ain’t no astrology
Wow Wow Wubbzy, you're fucking Uncle Gubsy
Got all these Spae'skorians tryna gun me
I’m on my way to Puerto Rico, despacito
And I surf up up down down left right on the beat though
Black white, black white, black white
Dropping oreos on these nillas
Fuck you killas, this shit Wyoming
But I could hardly make it past Miami

[Hook]
HOY MINOY!

[Verse 2: DJFruitloops (as Spae'skorians)]
Call it economics we push out anarcho-capital
That’s 4.46% on interest, keep it rational
It’s taxable and practical, a little bit is tangible
When adding up the rates they charge in late so hold your valuables
In place of all the millions of children to Joseph Kony
We got them all in working and making stuff just for Sony
Go pull up with the tech and put balance in SK-9
Get the guns and get the ships we stealing the ZUCC Drive (Yuh!)

[Hook]
MOTHER’S PRETTY GAY!

[Verse 3: Fried Rice (as Jesse Papermaker)]
My raps are like cocaine bro, they all about that purity
Vi-vi-vi-vi-vicious, call up Homeland Security
Mining diamonds, shatter blocks, like a fucking drive-by
I got that Papermaker power, deities on standby
Father never ‘round, call that shit some street cred
Pull up with my nut and turn your fucking team red
Rice dissing me, Herobrine I don’t condone
Now I’ll have you Spae'skorians take my father off the throne
Bitch

Hidden track: "Fitter Happier Male Braixen"