(Shapiro on the beat.)

Let's fart, let's shit, let's drink all of my spit
I love to finger my wife while using an oven mitt
When I come up in the club that's how you know it's gonna get lit;
Even if I'm drunk then we're all dying in the pit

The facts don't care
Not even for your China hairs
Even in your evil lair
I just wish that maybe you would share

I just think that your mom's a stripper
I should know, she was so ugly so I hit her
She was a monster, a freak, some ugly fat creature
She should go get some Botox, that weirdo holy roller cracker

(Prеpare for the Biden Blast, initiating in 3...2...1...)

Hеy it's me Joe here
This chocolate chocolate chip has me feeling real skinnier
That might be the dementia though
You look like a stripper

The chocolate chocolate chip is really riding a jetliner
Getting cup of Joe
Chocolate Joe
Your mom is a stripper
(Alright Sleepy Joe, let's get you to bed.)

When I zap to the extreme
It makes me wanna cream
Sonichu will always make me mainstream
Seeing my mom really makes me scream

Thinking of that Biden beam
This medallion's magic gleam
Is almost like Charlie Sheen
Because everytime I think of Ivy she just makes me feel seen

The man in the pickle suit
Is on the loose
I think I should eat a grapefruit
Just so I can get footloose

(Back at the house, Shapiro was readying his rap verses. This is how they went.)

Obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice
Giant snake, birthday cake, large fries, chocolate shake

Kicking liberals in the caboose
All of them looking like a pancake
I don't know if I could ever choose;
Fat bitches or winning a cruise sweepstake?
I think I'm gonna have to end this real quick
My wife is calling me
She says
"Ben Shapiro you should kill yourself."