Part I

[Intro]
Oh, God...
Oh, God...

[Verse 1]
I'm Youtube rap G-O-D
Take a knee, and pray to me
I'm top one, fuck top five!
I'm the one who made Dax die
Eagle-eye with the foresight
Round one is a dog fight
And it got me thinking you could try to run
But the circle shrinking like Fortnite!
Cause' I kill 'em all!
(?) I kill 'em all!
Like the school-shooter when they mess with me
Bring an SMG to the lunch-hall (BANG!)
All the bodies that drop
DizzyEight getting mopped
Mumble raps could get rocked
Who the fuck wanna box?
Just The Gawd?
VI Seconds turn to VI Minutes (?) when I leave him tickin' like a clock
Batter rappers like Eazy-Mac I just microwave 'em and stop (Ha!)
You the new Blindsight, I'm like John Cena
He can't see me, I'm Houdini, who's gonna beat me?
You all wishin', but you don't got, no blue genie
No magic carpet, just bikinis
You little bitches, ain't competing
I'm on top, and I'll always be, cause' I'm not leaving!
I'm the NoLifeShaq of rap
I react as fast as cats
I'm like CryptTheRapper when he's passing gas
Way too deadly, yeah
VI Sec' gon' PMS, when he gets pegged, by me like BMX
My MAC is lethal, yes
One piece of lead inserted in his bleeding chest
Can end up low, like Derrick Rose when on the Bulls
And tearing cartilage
Bitch, I'm foul as Artemis!
Bitch, I'm marvelous!
All I ever did was keep this shit three-hundred like the Spartans did!
I'm not party sent! I'm the fuckin' truth in the booth!
Bitch, I'm stronger than retarded kids!
The sky is darkening, so I just, uh
Entered a league of my own
I think I've become the G.O.A.T
Someone tell TomMacdonald that I'm number one
And Luke Gawne can never be cloned, no
Fuck I gotta do, to prove to you that
I've been workin' hard on my own? Won't, ever be sellin' my soul
If I gotta be the bad guy then so, be it
I'm villainous and well I got the metal man
You goin' against a renegade
I penetrate like bullets in a minivan
I hit 'em in the dome and then you're never gonna live again
A motherfuckin' killer, no ones iller
With the pen, or the pad
I offendin' 'em, yeah, them gettin' mad
I'm a lyrical assassin, never gonna lose to these YouTube women
In fact, I'm finna spread them cheeks like a car crash
And hit it from the back!
One time for the motherfuckers who doubted me
Two times for all the nights that I used to get paid hourly
Three times for the silly rappers on YouTube who are bout' to be
Incinerated when I drop the bomb like Kim Jong
Yo, VI just wait!
Part II

[Verse 2]
Oh god...
Huh
Never did it for the love?
Tell the critics take a suck
On these mothafuckin' nuts
Bitch I am number one, pencil is a number two
What does that make you?
You ain't even number three
More like Dax, you ain't even in the league
Those are facts, I'll expose your phony ass like yoga pants
Sick enough to make 2Pac need a vaccine, like a flu shot
Sippin' liquor like a double barrel at one time, takin' two shots
The fuck I gotta do to prove to you that
I've been working hard and steady?
Jumping through the fuckin' hula hoops
And you've been cuttin' corners
Like Kylie Jenner- when her booty grew- a little hooty-hoo
Ho- howdy doo- doh- grody dude- in a lousy mood- yo-
On the mic- I- make a hit like I'm Albert Pu'!
I'll, swing from the top!
React like SimbaThaGod!
No, Shaq' give a finger to Ja!
King of hip-hop
When I get to writing with a pen, I'm out of pen
Hit 'em with the damn ink when I lock, sink it, a shot
So effortlessly, the best MC on YouTube
Yes, I be like a girl with an STD, nobody wanna fuck with me!
Like a bed, I've been slept on
But not today, better wake up
Cause' classes are in session
Luke Gawne the professor
Bout' to teach ya'll that lesson
MCs get schooled when I hand out a detention
A suspension to this henchman
Uh, used to write raps in the basement
Now I be rockin' the stages
I went from nothin' to somethin', fuck what you came with
Used to get minimum wage
Had patience, now I get paid to say shit
Used to be anxious, now I'm elated, cause' I'm the greatest
That is no longer debated
Once upon a time, I was a little kid chillin'
Tryna feast out of raps of the homies on the block
Laughingstock, but the rap wasn't hot
Got knocked down, but I popped right back up
In the game like a mothafuckin' jack-in-the-box
Haters ask me to stop, but I got this shit on lock
Ya'll been back on your bullshit, I been back on the top
[Bridge]
Does not stop, until the day the sky falls
And bombs drop, I'ma be the last one
That's on top, you're never gonna get me to go, woah, no
Cause' I'ma live (Uh!) to die (Uh!) in this throne

[Verse 3]
Bitch I'ma die at the throne
I got the heart of a lion, Mufasa, and also the brain of a G.O.A.T
Competition be birdbrained little mermaid
With rhyme patterns of first-graders
No mercy, to this motherfucker
Just dirt-graves as I persuade, your fan-base that you're last place!
Boo-hoo, I hurt bae, go cry about it when I knock you out
And yell, "Worldstar" no band-aid, better run forest like Tom Hanks
In a damn race, dim shine like lampshades
To VI who snitches like he's 6ix9ine, ya'll are rap fakes
I'm fuckin' bitches in real life
While you jerkin' off in your man cave to that anime
Radical, cut your head off like ISIS, I'm Caliphate
Decapitate, your headspace, in an alleyway
Using masking tape, to wrap the face
Then I put it in the back of an Escalade, and I drive away
Cause' I'm, here to body anybody who was thinkin'
It was gonna be competitive, you're fuckin' with the number one
I'm better than the rest, I'm never gonna diss anyone
And mothafuckin' irrelevant rappers are bout' to get hit
With the Eminem emission benefit for the enemy nemesis
When enterin' in my element killin' rap on the internet
Could never get better than me, the best MC on YouTube
Yes I be...
[Outro]
And, oh, yeah
Ayo Seconds
The chances of me, losing in this battle to you?
Are less than the chances of Caitlyn Jenner going back to Bruce