Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, ey

Do you know what disguises are for? I hate assumin'
'Cause to do so makes one look like such a big asshole and also real stupid
But I have to check since the whole damn point of our mission
Is to find a mad serial killer, that means we can't raise much suspicion (dope)

So why must you be wearin' bright green and orange pants? They look bad
Both stealth and fashion reasons, man
Whole outfit's so damn loud like the buzz of a mosquito
Why'd the hell you put those on? You're not incognito
No real reason that you're wearin' the widest friggin' hat, friggin' hat
Too many feathers in that cap
No subtlety at all, Secret Agent Jared Leto
That's harsh but still called for since you're not incognito (ey, ey)

Not just your clothin' choices, it's also your actions, so obnoxious, all eyes are glancin'
Should be super simple, keep your friggin' trap shut, start walkin' to places instead of that dancin'
Right now, stop it, since you're causin' a pain (such a pain) in what's left over of my brain (ey, ey)
Really wish the boss had never made an order for me to stay on your ass the whole day
Ugh, why can't I put you on a train? Or just in front of one? Put all the blame
Upon the aforementioned killer we must apprehend, two birds with one stone, okay

I bet that you wanna say (ey) you've got a plan so great (okay), it's your intention to look super crazy and insane
Sure, the whole crowd looks our way (ey) but none of them'll say (no) that we're both undercover cops who'll wreck the killers' day (oh)
That could almost work, bro, there's a flaw you've missed, though: no-one here would think that we're not the po-po
You've made nudge-and-wink jokes about the whole damn thing, dope, ey, by now the whole damn town knows
Singin' KRS-One, flash your badge like an asshole when the waitress tells you that they're out of fresh breadrolls
You pulled the "Don't you know who I am?" line as no joke and then you told them, we'll both end up as headstones, ey
Won't need to torture for confessions
I was trained for interrogations, shoulda left the words to me, we've screwed the mission (ey)

This act of yours is gratin', you're gonna get us stabbed, get us stabbed, ey
And not just by the evil man
Though maybe if I kill you, he'll jealously find me, so
If you die, it's your fault since you're not incognito