Produced by Chance Lewis and Superhawk
Contains a sample of “Heart Beat” by The New Electric Sound which originally appeared on the album “The New Electric Sound”
Guest vocals from Bryan Hansen
lyrics
[Donnie Bonelli]
Status: Infinite
Stature: Bigger than…
Yukon Cornelius, “Land ho!” Im killin’ it!
Lando Calrissian, Baron of Cloud City meets Brando!
Hey, give me that dab though. (For real!)
[Rhyme Time]
Status: Silliness
Stature: Dissonant
Bully Books are imminent, unique, no synonym
We’re banging on the trash can avant-garde instrument
We’re rapping ’til we’re infamous (…but only on the internet)
[Apt]
Status: Cinnamon
Stature: Limpin' in
But still outpace the gaits of you assholes listenin’
Get some thicker skin, then try it just one mo’ gin
Go ahead and tell a friend, you sick but we’re the medicine
Chorus: Hey, yo, you smell that? Uh-huh! Smells good! House of Lewis stankin’ up your neighborhood with that home-cooked original flavor! Raisin’ up where the bar is! Come and taste this chili con carnage!
[Donnie Bonelli]
Status: Ali
Stature: Tall Drink of Water
All these thirsty daughters are bound to call me.
Sting like I’m all bee. Beard like a Don King headstand.
Yes, ma’am, king of the whole ring.
[Rhyme Time]
Status: Butterbean
Stature: Blubbery
Everybody lovin’ me, I’m choppin’ down the money tree
Choppin’ money shrubbery, I’m shopping for the luxury
You dummies too schlubby, tubby, chubby to run with me
[Apt]
Status: De La Hoya
Stature: Just a Goyim
Not bad for another wannabe De La Souler
Apt skilled rock n’ rolla that kills, say no more
I’m utility, see, rap game Joey Cora
Chorus: Hey, yo, you smell that? Uh-huh! Smells good! House of Lewis stankin’ up your neighborhood with that home-cooked original flavor! Raisin’ up where the bar is! Come and taste this chili con carnage!
[Donnie Bonelli]
Status: Fast Shot
Stature: Sasquatch
That Doc Holliday of rap. Huckleberry with a hacksaw. Jim Duggan’s slack jaw’s back y’all!
[Apt]
Hey-o, my name is Apt, I’m the cat that rocks a padlock
Status: Cut You Off
Stature: I’m the Boss
Bigger than Hillbilly Jim, baby, that’s a hoss
Jim Ross howlin’ while I’m tossin’ off the molotov
Jericho stance while these jobber cats take they loss
[Rhyme Time]
Status: Rocker
Stature: Jobber
I’m Marty Janetty on the indies, shocker
Not Harley or Lawler or Andre or Slaughter
The shows still stops if I hit the Rocker Dropper
Chorus: Hey, yo, you smell that? Uh-huh! Smells good! House of Lewis stankin’ up your neighborhood with that home-cooked original flavor! Raisin’ up where the bar is! Come and taste this chili con carnage!
[Donnie Bonelli]
Status: Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Stature: Swimmin’ in Dope Stuff
In the building. The adrenaline gon’ rush…excite us.
We the cold lunch to bite
It’s cause we Midas on the mic with the gold touch. Shinin’.
[Rhyme Time]
Status: Pork Rinds
Stature: Deep Fried
Eatin’ all cholesterol I really think I might die
Heart’ll hit a flatline, pick a better pastime
And if you die at 30…then 15 is your halftime
[Apt]
Status: Hot Pockets
Stature: Docs Knotted
Not gonna stop til I’m on top and I’m fox huntin’
Millionaire thrills, payin’ my bills with ease and gumption
Get off of my Reese’s, pumpkin