[Verse 1: Lemson aka Pony Boii]
Bitches call me Slick Rick Ross
Especially when they're swimming in my thick dick sauce
Call me the goat cuz I am what I eat
Call me the meat cuz I am what I beat
Call your girl a helmet, when she's givin dome
RAP GAME DOUG DIMMADOME OWNER OF THE DIMMSDALE DIMMADOME
My socks got pandas on them, that's hipster
Smoking on that Canibus while I Jack the Ripper
I came out the womb of King Tut's tombs
Fathead of Squidward playing clarniet in my room
Diddy Kong Racing on n64, that's that trill shit
Whales eatin' food, that's that krill shit
Getting head from Michelle Obama in the oval office, now that's patriotic
Hot bitches with tails, now that shit's erotic
Picking up bitches like arcade claw machines
I lean...pockets

[Hook]
THis is why I'm hot (hot)
This is why I'm swag (swag)
This is why I'm butter (butter)
This is why, this is why, this is why
I'm macaroni
I'm macaroni, livin the Suite Life of Zach and Kony
This is why, this is why, this is why
I'm macaroni

[Verse 2: Algernon aka Floaty Dunkster]
This is why I’m cheesin call me macaroni
Give me one reason I’ll Smack Down a jabroni
Rock em Rock em sock em on the chin bone
Knock em knock em out just call me Kimbo
Cruising through scenes with the team lookin mean
Your party’s full of sausages I call you Jimmy Dean
Salad with my roni cuz you know I got that green
Throwing back a fifth every night of Jim Beam
Wash a bitch in Whiskey swim in her pool
Take a big drink make em hot keep it cool
Floating off that pasta I be on some other shit
In that hot water I still keep it hard as shit
I’m cooler than a cooler and I’m hotter than a sauna
Roll up to her crib cuz I know your girl wanna
I see all you fuckers acting tough like you know me
But you ain’t know shit ain’t about that macaroni

[Verse 3: (◕_◕¬) aka BBDS]
I show them that I'm fluent in Klingon
Whores on my dick, all they do is cling on
Every day after school I get a head
Passed you up in Mario Kart, get ahead (haha)
Bitches like me cause I look like Frodo Baggins
Like Gudda Gudda, I'm grocery baggin
It's cause I do hood shit on the internet
My dick's a jellyfish, I put it in her net
At the Walmart, picking girls that want a shag
I got deez hoes, grocery swag
I'm the Colin to your SportsNation
The stoner Chronic Jerry Seinfeld masturbation
Shouts out to Bill-Finn, yea that niggy noice
Will Smith dancing in the rain, yea that jiggy moist
I got so much emotion, chakras never broken
Even when I'm STEEZed, i'll keep my third eye open

[Verse Gawd: Teebird AKA Dylan]
Fucking bitches like an angry slur
Sling my dick into her temple I'm an angry bird
Sittin crooked in my slab loose like pulled pork
No matter you still ain't eatin you'd catch tetanus with my fork
I won't spoon a bitch but I'll make sure we fork, good lord
Flow so hot it's jalepeno when it get's all up in you
Killed the beat and left the rhyme cold and dead in the Macaroni Mausoleum
Asked me if I wanted a gram but everybody know I got 22 of them
Don't need your fucking hand outs I'll reach with my own 2 I guess
Whippin is a miracle, I been whipping Britney since she was on the stereo
Young Teebird pop a heater like a molly have you bitches sweating
Lyrical discharge when I release this bar never forget it
That last bar alone just destroyed your whole message
And all I did was talk about that bar and I don't even regret it
Alg got those vowels but Cali Squad isn't even bowing
Me and Young Cali, smoking herb, we been in the alley