[Verse 1 : WillFake]
Let’s go the closest line for haters, I get ‘em fuck out of my ass
Slaughter ‘em all with a thousand toothpicks
I boot his butt with a pair of shoes from Gangsta Moon, bitch
I wallop right in the pussy while I’m consumin’ a pizza
I’m Sumanto for eatin’ part of the trunk for Sosro commercial
I’ma beat up Drake’s topknot and whack Trick’s nut
As much as haters blowin’ raspberry to me and Billy
Ask for Katy Perry to dilly-dally and goes topsy-turvy!
Uh, playin’ peek-a-boo with the baby North West
And meanwhile cock-a-doodle-doo ringin’ and I find him goes west
Like a tragedy in China when the fucking boar killed the tot
And then a wit came through the mind to said “Shit” and rear-end with a dot
You loathe my rhymes like a kid with the crap inside of pants
Let alone I’m really sucker than the top ten students when I do it to the pen
It’s my fucking neck’s pain, no longer deadbeat for lottery payin’
(Hey, chinchy!) You said that I’m chinchy but it was a fault ‘cause I’m vey thrifty
I got 2 vouchers of Indomaret but I remain hating it sobriquet
Still numerous the bad habit you had ‘cause I’m nob with the snobby etiquette
Night used to get pray for Jesus but the motherfuckin’ activities in tomorrow’s ass can’t wait
During lifetime, I got many despicable as I’m beaten by the overwhelmin’ volley
I’m soakin’ wet, many voices from albums beforehand
I aim to get your attraction to my dictions
It’s easy to get you flimflammed, just like takin’ a fuckin’ candy from the fuckin’ baby
Such a fuckin’ loser like Kanye and ‘bout the weight, don’t ask it to Trainor! (Trainor!)
As I rap in “Rapidly Fast and Quick”, I re-jotted again
Taylor, you’re no more swifter than Marshall!
I’m darker than that one’s on her birthday (suit..)
Rap Genius, you think that is a goddamn homophone, you’re fuckin’ false!
Hey, I prefer to 25 to life than 25’s swift, bitches
Too miff? Yes, you must be thinkin’ negatively and insult me vigorously
Aggravated to the point, y’all didn’t know it truly
It seems like in the club, the slut
Fame as omelette and the fuckin’ eggs are the insults
For you amateur? It’s an idiom and look for it and don’t beg me
I’m still the DicBot, used to say “ass”, “cock” and “dick”, “butt”
Barely too deep but it ain’t longer I dig
But controversialler than my song “ Debatin’ “, I almost did it
But, “B-ly and WillFake are (shit)!”, they say it
Both of us don’t give a damn but I keep givin’ hoot on account of they don’t root for us
My battery’s gettin’ lowbat as Electra
Dog-tired, this lyric hog-ties my lungs, it’s hot time, talk like Skak
Long as fuck, zappin’ mid-finger and I chuckle
And I’m suckin’ haters’ hatred and fuck them with the restlessness
They’re in helplessness, I’m ready to blow my own horn or trumpet
Lackadaisical, I gasp, ashtma becomes asshole (What the fuck?)
I’m throwin’ a tantrum!
[Verse 2 : B-ly]
Skill achievement I gain, my left ear’s ringin’ again triumphantically
I can’t dumb my words down like Nick’ slime’s going down on your hair
I’m still the way I am, bangin’ the clock, switch it off
Make the world stops, dubbing in your shoes but I couldn’t wear it
It’s 20, I’ve had a 43, too tiny for me, just sit on my ottoman
When I rhyme I feel like other man, haters at the sit block tryna layer run
Put a javelin up but it’s stuck in your odor, damn
I’m getting swindled, I can’t do speed rap, but I can make your lip rap
I’m different dawg, yeah? Indifferentiate you
I’m ignoring someone else that despise me
They don’t know I’m an 80 pounds of gorilla
Fuck Chris, ain’t bigger than it, I’m huge as Godzilla
Droolin’ flame to the glitz-and-glam
It’s like I’m getting my feet wet, look at that, 2 guys in a tuxedo are in demand
Discard your self-esteem, man? I was ill-advised for guessing what’s in your noddle
Paralyzed for choosin’ the fuckin’ options!
Wash my eyes off, what the fuck do I see it? Flood?
While I was in the red hood with a dang good mood
Ever since they booed, no longer food I could stood
Same as noodle, beef burger, as if it’s a voodoo
Fiddle-diddle, I don’t give a fuckin’ hoot
Nurse a grudge, drudgery, stickin’ my bucktooth on your livelihood
All my sacrifices made me proselytized
Hot and cold among the deep sea and devil
In Arabic or in fuckin’ Pole, bug me out, bitch
I’m the moon, being between sun or in Earth, but I’m just gonna shake it off
And begin again from scratch, I’m so 22, I don’t know
I’m the one which you write on blank space, classic?
You’re old-fashioned, fuddyduddy, I’ll stab black widow in a back window
Ho, from here to the Tokyo (Yo!) Work, fuck love!
I adore booty, ooh, “cunt”roversion? Yup, girl
You’re chirpin’ like blue bird in a fuckin’ dingy dirt
Windpipe ache, um, used to get Charley Horse, now I got hoarsed
Bridge’s disease, COD, I don’t need a doctor, motherfucker
I just want you a nurse, fuck you on the bedpan and slurp my cock
No, it was a bad plan! (Uh!)
My heartbeat damn thumped, in a tanktop, I came hung
Fuck Thom”ass”, lump, dumbass popped ‘em trunk
‘Cause I was throwin’ a tantrum!
