REGULAR lyrics

[Intro Skit: Sam Marin, J.G. Quintel, William Saylers & JASIAH]
[Muscle Guy] Hey! Where are your instruments man?
[Mordecai] Shut it! We're—
Jasiah
[Mordecai] And we rock so hard, we don't need instruments
[Rigby] Hit it!
[Benson] A one, a two, a one, two, three, four!

[Intro]
Damn
Damn, haha
Damn, b*tch, b*tch
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Huh)
Yuh, huh, yuh
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
On my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout them bands (Yeah)
My n*ggas gon' be flexin', no, you cannot comprehend (Cannot ascend, yeah), knotty clique
Shotty hit yo body, make yo body flip (Boom, boom)
Tummy tuck, pus*y gettin' tummy-f*cked (Yeah), you gon' get yo money up
pus*y, where yo toy at? (Yeah) Always f*ck the boy (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I came up from the dirt (Huh, huh, huh), and I'm comin' from abroad, yeah (Uh)
Fuel me up, fuel me up, jealous? b*tch, it fuel me up (Yeah)
You n*ggas talk all this clout (Yeah), I just want them f*ckin' bucks (Goddamn, bruh)
[Chorus]
Talkin' sh*t through yo computer (pus*y boy)
I'll go to war wit' ya, n*gga, I got shooters
If you need to get embarrassed, n*gga, I can do it (Yeah)
You a pus*y boy, no aim, you a loser

[Verse 2]
(Yeah, yuh, ayy, ayy)
I be chasin' checks, I can't f*ck no busy b*tch
Chop it off the set, mosh pit 'til you f*ckin' dizzy, b*tch
Talkin' all that sh*t, why the f*ck you fakin' numbers, b*tch?
f*ck if you a vet, you can't even keep up with me, b*tch (b*tch)

[Chorus]
Talkin' sh*t through yo computer (Yeah)
I'll go to war wit' ya, n*gga, I got shooters
If you need to get embarrassed, n*gga, I can do it (Huh)
You a pus*y boy, no aim, you a loser
Talkin' sh*t through yo computer (Yeah)
I'll go to war wit' ya, n*gga, I got shooters
If you need to get embarrassed, n*gga, I can do it (Yuh)
You a pus*y boy, no aim, you a loser

[Outro Skit: Regular Show]
[Mordecai] Huh? Ah, we won
[Eileen] Actually—