Fresh Ass Status (Scrub-Step General Remix)

Intro

Spatula in hand, on a mission, see the carnage

Plates hit the ceiling, forks forming an army

Bacon grease stains like a scene of a crime

Weekend warriors, dishes stacked out up in lines

Fast as a flash—bin brims, sponge grins

Tea towels spin, we’ll be squeaky clean again

Whipping up a storm, semi-pro with that soap

Bubble up the panic, but I’ll turn it into hope

Chorus

Clear the counter, stack the mountain

Homies knock at the door, no time for accounting

Splashin’ the suds, rush the palace

Turn the chaos into fresh-ass status

Verse 2

Cup dance avalanche, balance bowl ballet

Tea ring marauders getting wiped away

Still a rogue spoon hiding like a fugitive

I got my eye on the prize, feelin’ positive

Every crumb’s a rival, every stain’s gotta go

I’m the scrub-step general in this mop glo show

Getting close—glistening bench, final lap, rapid-fire

Flip the switch, bring the heat, take my mess higher

Pre-Chorus

Clock ticks, sweat drips, mates blowin’ up my phone

Lettin’ out a groan as the cleaning zone is hosed

Will I win this hustle, will my rep stay pristine?

Or will my filth be the subject of another group chat meme?

Chorus

Clear the counter, stack the mountain

Homies knock at the door, no time for accounting

Splashin’ the suds, rush the palace

Turn the chaos into fresh-ass status

Post-Chorus

Rush the palace oh oh

Fresh ass status oh oh

Bridge

Shoes off at the door, keep the floor pristine

Flash the fresh socks, flexin’ plush and clean

No print gettin’ left, no mud on the scene

Respect for the space, keepin’ strides serene

Verse 3

Door swings, sneakers stacked, lineup in the hall

Sock style on parade, feeling ten feet tall

No sticky prints lurk where the homies roam

Tip-toe status, got that polished chrome

Tables set crisp, not a smudge in view

Laughin’ at the chaos we just powered through

This palace home

This palace home

This palace home

And I’m the queen

Bitch

Outro

Socks on velvet, kickin’ feet up on my throne

Chillin’ with my crew, kingdom finally my own

Victory lap around the counter, crumbs left in the past

Raise a glass, let it clink, made the moment last

No grime in sight, just the vibe that we built

Hard work, hard laughs, not a smudge of guilt

So if you step through, drip with that clean routine

Welcome to the palace, now you know what it means

to do in Rome as the Romans do

If you’ll respect me I’ll respect you too

Extended Outro

Coliseum vibe with the gold dust

to do in Rome as the Romans do

If you’ll respect me I’ll respect you too