[Intro: Tiny Tim]
Tiptoe, through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tiptoe through the tulips
With me

[Verse: Chef Slushy]
(Papa Woody on the track)
Tiptoe by the window got a bimbo
Break her back like it’s limbo in the limo
Blast off like I’m Jimbo
If you tryna mess with me I’ll beat you up like I'm Kimbo
Get some money get a Lambo
Kill 'em like I’m Rambo
Lappin these rappers but I am yet to make a band though
Lit like a candle crazy get a handle
No clout still goin ham though
Get some money get a honey
Whеn you pull up to the party just make sure that you’rе funny
I won’t ever wife a hoe I ain’t gettin down on one knee
Call me orange juice give her D like Sunny
I go where the hype goes, every show like a match yo I light those (Ayye!)
You a white knight at night in the bright clothes
All I do is eat, sleep, rap, and pipe hoes
Tiptoe through the tulips she gave me two lips
She got low fat like she school chips
Respect like blue chip I got the grool dip
I did not ask but she still sent the boob pic
Beat an Asian booty like a drum, taiko
Always wonder where I am that hoe psycho
Always wanna give me sugar like Glyco
Got all this ice but spit flame like I’m Iroh
Songs are so fire like pyro
Spit flame like a dragon not toothless or Spyro
Got yo girls butt in my scope call it gyro
Need me to knead her like kneading some pie dough
Rhymes are so cold I pull up in a jacket
When I see yo girl I whip it out jack it
All of my fans freak out causin a racket
This is my apex I’m wreaking some havoc (huh)
References deep you gon’ have to examine
Shootin them off like I’m mannin a cannon
Songs peanut butter cuz they’re always jammin
Allergic to latex so whip out the lambskin
Makin these pesos call it guapamole
I only rap quick no I never spit slowly
I’m sent straight from God yeah they callin me holy
And I got more sauce than bowl of ravioli (Campbell’s)
Out of breath Alveoli
I’m ballin out, ballin up Rolly Polly
“You‘ll never make it” that is what they told me
Prescribin these rhymes sulfamethoxazole (Doctor)
Hamming it up like I’m Jamon Iberico
Lyric attacks you can bet you can’t parry those
Slurping your girl like I slurp up the cereal
I call her honey then nut on her cheerio
Building it up like a pyramid
Got all these bitties surrounding I’m here amid
“How many hoes do you got” like a myriad
Killin your dreams now you actin dispirited
Your boy lay the pipe like I’m Mario
New girl each day like I am a lothario
This sexy chick yeah she come from Ontario
I ate her pussy just call me agar.io
Rhymes out of this world like a U.F.O
She cheat on me she got with my bro
“I still love you” oh well is that so
These girls playin games like it’s tic tac hoe
My bars are all heat they call me Papa Cajun
These hoes gettin mad like it is provocation
These rhymes gonna echo throughout the whole nation
I’m clappin these cheeks like a standing ovation
(The King has returned)