Intro
(spoken over a distorted bass hum)
Yeah…
Call me Papa El Mufasa.
Keep it hot. Keep it weird.
Verse 1
Call me Papa El Mufasa,
Fully stocked like a piñata.
Keep it hot like I’m sriracha,
Keep it Gaga — Germanotta.
When it comes to prim and proper,
I got you, the Sinatra.
Product of what happens
when you listen to the Doctor.
Don Dada, Rottweiler with no shock collar,
Godfather, boss shot caller, livin’ top dollar.
Got a problem with my medulla oblongata?
Can’t help it.
I feel like a crab but I ain’t messin’ with shellfish.
Hate the taste of fish but I love that nookie.
Don’t need a reason to love what’s goodie.
Milk with my cookies, leave a M**F with a hickey,
Cooka so fat, no room for Vickies.
Popped collar, drinkin’ odd water — we call it Odwalla.
Talkin’ money problems? Not in my wallet.
Hook
Call me Papa El Mufasa (uh),
Gold fangs, brown bottle, black lava (uh).
I don’t pray, I prosper.
Whole crew monsters.
Keep it hot like I’m sriracha (what),
Still walk light like a mobster.
Call me Papa El Mufasa.
Verse 2
You so Habanero, let me read your tarot.
You my trap queen, I’ll be Jack Sparrow.
Lone arrow, s***t into the night sky.
No I ain’t nice — I’m the twice-pipe type guy.
All I do is write rhymes, don’t need a right mind.
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, I’ma call you Steve-O.
Chillin’ on the stoop with my people, here we go.
Found it in the dark light, drank by the barrel,
Onion p***h, smell sharp, that’s feral.
Hook (repeat)
Call me Papa El Mufasa (uh),
Gold fangs, brown bottle, black lava (uh).
I don’t pray, I prosper.
Whole crew monsters.
Keep it hot like I’m sriracha (what),
Still walk light like a mobster.
Call me Papa El Mufasa.
Bridge / Freestyle Drop
I ain’t holy, I ain’t humble, I ain’t safe.
I talk loud like the Lord owe me space.
Gold on my grill, sin in my face.
If they throw shade — I throw bass.
Outro
(b**t filters down to bass and vocal echo)
Call me Papa El Mufasa.
Fully stocked like a piñata.
Keep it hot like I’m sriracha.
Ha — yeah.