You call me Lil Greaser, Lil Beaner, The world's worst Mexican cleaner
But you know what's not worse
Me and my Lil Weiner
I was crossing the street, pressing the button and it told me
Wait
Wait
Wait
When I was deciding if I should skip to my fate, I see surf wearing a stupid ahh cape
Crossed the road, went to the store, I saw it before
A mini figurine of a big ball teen, like of person of me
I gotta pee, went out myself, got wet undies
Don't know what to do except
Wait
Wait
Wait
Definitely not a promotion, but you should buy this so I can get motion
My new merch, same price as a bottle of lotion
Only accept cash, a way to say you'll never pass
My awesome merch can give you new perks
Wait
Wait
Wait
Type beat, but trust, it's finna give me new kicks on my feet
And a brand new hotel suite
I can't think of any more lyrics so I'm just gonna repeat
You call me Lil Greaser, Lil Beaner, The world's worst Mexican cleaner
But you know what's not worse
Me and my Lil Weiner