Come home to Tsundoku with open wounds like Goku
And tofu would do wrong, give me pork chops, that Oolong
Been too strong, can't go on, without that escargot entree
Gotta go Han like Solo, needy faux-pas your mom say
Still peachy for a Kiwi-healer, cheap cheese for a Z-pledge feeder
Easily, he's a really big eater, both a stealer and savage leader, yet neither
Teacher of Casper, even Jeter sweeter than master
Need a nap a day in the Bafta Tank 'til he snap a neck, red cedar
Have her show me Kamehameha the day they break up, pass the roach please
At the homie Yajirobe's, tryna pet the Wonder Cat for more beans
Whether Broly, Cell or Frieza, we gon' need to resurrect Vegeta
Either he, or maybe Krillin, depends who's beaten by the villains
Got the sensu to dissolve our worries, Allah like Islam Shah Suri
Blah blah like the free men sneaking foie gras into Eden
You'll see when she doubts you, no Adidas, Team House Shoes
If I'm Tien, who's Chiaotzu? Ki-Ko-Ho, I found you!
In Melbourne saying "farewell" more, you can go to hell for eating seventeen
What'd you fanboy incels for? In the Intel store tryna buy banned toys, pristine
Why was Dan Ackroyd so mean? Whereas Freud did ketamine?
I don't know what they mean, talking Thoreau, made him with a gay gene, clocked a Virgo
Might be awkward but I'm thorough, kissed her photo after doxxing
Gotta lookout for the body, shadow-boxing Sister Yoko
In the Orinoco Basin, time will tell, evisceration
They did well, the loser paid the man; back in hell, the winter haven
I get high, my bling Supreme, when they got halos on my team
They bring flies that carry dengue, all these lies that I don't mean
Who knew the passion which you choose to slap "Continue" with
Was brought into existence watching you cry like a bitch?
Golly-Gee, the drunkest son of Tulsa fostered beef
As the dearest lease on life in chunks, the mea culpa pleas
They freed her with a Visa but they fooled her at the jeweler
Spirits feasting 'cause they know the give-and-go is quick to tutor
From our talk, I know when to car-lock or no tension
I been conned by phone banks, saying "no thanks" to Enron
And I'm too sick with prose for these fickle hoes, drop the quid-pro-quo, got a tournament
Got to murder it, only forty minutes, plotting on a wish, dodging our extinction
Skipped shows in Moscow, got this flow from Roscoe's
And Frost knows I'll wash you, if Hit slows the clock too
Just steering clear of Jiren, 'cause I'm fearing he'll say no
Interfering with the tier-list so that Beerus isn't K.O.'d, yo
This my ULTRA iiiNSTINCT