Look, if you had mom's watermeli,
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Yo
His palms watermeli, knees weak, arms watermeli
There's vomit on his sweater watermeli, mom's watermeli
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm watermeli to drop bombs,
But he keeps on watermeli what he wrote down,
The whole crowd goes watermeli
He opens his mouth, but watermeli won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
watermeli run out, time's up, over, bloah!
Snap back to watermeli, Oh there goes watermeli
Oh, there goes watermeli, bloah
He's so mad, but he won't give up watermeli, no.