[Verse 1]
This bitch is a pussy ting
Wonder how you'll act to my fist, come and meet you in the ring
Kid from Ohio, got a shit flow
You're better off if your parents just put you in a bin
You're clapped
Everything I know about you
Just makes me wanna punch you harder when I come through
But when we in the ring, it's just me and you
None of your fans can come and save you
Yeah, it's funny
Says you'll knock me out in the first, easy money
I'm gonna tell you right now you're a fool
When we knuckle up, with an uppercut, I will end you
Can't wait to see what you're gonna do
Maybe start dabbing on the haters in Manchester, too
Used to think this P-word was clever
I'm gonna make August 25th haunt your life forever (ever, ever, ever)
Come to think of it, you're pretty dumb
Using the N-word, you're just scum
It's crazy, I have a list of all the bad shit you've done
For example, you're a liar to your own fans
You hang around a fat twat who sprays cans
Controlling, manipulative, and dropped by Disney
And allegedly abusive to women
[Verse 2]
You racist prick, you sheltered bitch
Calling your own fan a terrorist is just sick
I'ma hit you so hard
That your stupid-ass hairline has a visual glitch
It's every day, bro
And I'll try to keep the herpes ting on the low
How you gon' tell a kid in a wheelchair to stand up?
That's why you deserve an uppercut
Why'd you wear heels with a shoe?
All that really tells me is that you wish that you grew
Are you really gonna try and diss me?
I've had shits with more talent than you
The best thing about you is Team 3
And soon, it's gonna be Team You
And your brother seems to like strange forests
And he's fucking all the girls you bring through

[Outro]
August 25th, I'ma make you my bitch
I'm gonna beat you like a clit
August 25th, not gonna know what's hit
Not gonna know what's hit