Текст MC Lars – The Rick & Morty Song I Made With Beefy
Текст:
This is a song about a very minor character
From Rick and Morty
(Are you serious?) Here we go!
On a distant planet populated by another race
He’s Gazopazorpfield, and he wants his enchiladas
Vitriolic rage, well you know he’s got a lot of
Insults that he hurls while Jon reads the paper
And just like Morty Jr., know destruction’s in his nature
Half cat, half Gazorpian, and he don’t you like either
Smack you in the head with the telephone receiver
Spitting racial epithets, spilling coffee on the table
A dark and sick reality since Rick hooked up the cable
It’s Garfield minus Garfield, plus a little Scorsese
While Morty’s in his room with the robot making babies
From the matriarchal planet, where the women call the shots
And Lorenzo Music’s still alive involved every plot
Playing Venkman in the cartoon, like Bill Murray in the movie
Rick Sanchez making conversation, and it’s mad confusing
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas?
Gazorpazorfield, you’ve been a very bad cat
Putting Nermal in the oven throwing Odie in the vat
Of boiling stew I think you knew the power of the flames
Why did you have to immolate your friends? you’re so insane
While Summer’s been a bummer shooting steroids fighting demons
And Scroopy Noopers’ still protecting Pluto for a reason
And Pizzas Eating people always got to stuff their face
Showing zero prejudice, enjoying every race
Alternate realities, I know we’ve seen a few
Parents staying single, Snuffles in the robot suit
Rick and Morty mutilated, buried in the yard
Logically impossible like Soren Kierkegaard
He might say that it’s absurd, word, I don’t even know
Raising flu awareness every song and every show
So call me MC Haps I’m a virus hating rapper
Hoping Morty loves me, he’s been looking very dapper!
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas?
Beefy:
They call me Gazorpazorpfield!
I’ve got an oddly improvisational feel, to be real
From a planet where males grow up to kill
Jon he, reads from his paper but your boy keeps it real
Hits him with a, «You’re a dumb, weak, stupid Idiot.»
Throw a little white guilt in for the fun of it
Gazorpazorpfield sees a line and I’m crossing it
Unlike Ants In My Eyes Johnson, you are feelin’ it
On Gazorpazorp it’s not rude if it’s honest
And honestly Jon’s a milk toast piece of garbage
And you’d better prep the enchiladas and the garnish
Best believe, better leave, all the cheese that was promised
Each and every weekday streamed to your monitors
Ratings so hot that it stops the thermometers
Drive my sports car, dodge the photographers
Up next, a new episode of Ball Fondlers
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
He’s Gazorpazorp
(Gazorpazorpfield)
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas? Where’s my enchiladas?
Where’s my enchiladas, Jon, this is not a joke
