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blorg - regular lyrics

[verse 1: rigby]
benson, you must be mad, we smokin’ gummy pack
told you i came to ball, this raccoon ’bout his racks
we took pops to chi+raq, he slid in with a mask
he lollipopped an opp, and choppa chopped a couple mags
hit him with that death punch, now he lookin’ gnarly
phone on do not answer, we trappin’ out the park, ayy
mordecai and rigby, we packin’ a parlay
hit him with bastille, now he’s frozen like it’s pompeii, yeah

[chorus: mordecai]
king of the park, f+ck a manager, uh
whippin’ the cart like a janitor, yeah, dude
give me the plaque like a dentist, oh yeah
my life is anything but regular
let’s throw that money in the air, and watch ’em rain dance
they know i’m fly up in this b+tch, they call me jay, man
we goin’ meta in this b+tch, we rockin’ ray+bans
they know we bang, b+tch, whole park on that gang sh+t
[verse 2: muscle man]
know i got the juice, so i’ll never end the party
always on the move, bro, i’m trappin’ out the rv
me and hi+five walt white, cookin’ charlie
we be breakin’ bad b+tches’ spines like barbie
hey bro, let’s run it back, i’m ’bout my muscle mass
this is testosterone, my dude, it’s not a f+ckin’ vax
she said she want my love, “who am i f+ckin’ on?”
i’m happy that you asked, it’s your mom, huah

[outro: benson]
get back to work, or you’re fired

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