[Intro: PK Shellboy]
PK, yeah it's D-Day
All them bitcrush kids got my shit on replay
"He say, she say" ain't got shit to relay
Be the blaze that'll get the whole scene to cremate
Shellboy, some fuckers exploiting the sound
And it's artists til this shit gets destroyed
Send noise, trends cloy, sell merch, make coin
Recognition, upload, no permission employed
Fax gang, flawless tracks, man bass booms, snares crack
Bring the rat-at-tat-tan madman, act bad, catch me with the comrades
My agreements been nil, you been tryna catch fads
Sick of shit, think you're slick, hypocrites, make it quick
All these fuckers think they're hot cause they're on compilation
Hits you're the pits, call it quits, I'm the shit
Suck my dick, the professor's in session, get outta class or you're dismissed

[Verse 1: doin' fine]
What the fuck you mean by pride?
I got 4, 5, 6 kids wanna see me die
Okay, I'm alive, I'm alive, that's a surprise, what's the price?
Fuck your supersaw, boy I'm playing with the power saw
The dirt make me drop D like im playing power chords, ugh
The beat sound like Alucard
There’s knives in my side, thats the shit I ain't accounted for
I’m yelling fuck deadmau5 and anyone who bumps his shit
Shitty little saw waves over a shitty kick, huh
Hope I never hear that shit again
Talking it on twitter, boy you gon' get the filament
Silicone, on his tongue like cinnamon
Imma sip vanilla coke
Mixing lean with estrogen
Slip my femboy a pill
Tell him it's a vitamin
Get these dubs like Eridan
Get these dubs like Eridan
[Verse 2: ilysm]
Hahaaa
Yo, crashed my Benz last week
Didn't lose my teeth or my demeanor, I still got my physique
Your clique weak, still tweakin' out in public a blunder
So I pretend I do not see it, so I seem like Stevie Wonder
Sew a seam, you pussies toxic like fabric softener
Done with offin your team, clique weak like Adam Sandler
Vote seems unanimous, leave your ass inanimate
'Cuz your ass don't say no truth, only speaking on canon shit
Rappers get a hundred followers think they're Yeezy or Hova
Man, now I got a hundred more so y'all can move the fuck over
Look my bad, my ego gets ahead of myself
And the line between irony and me is sending myself like
Hahahahahahaha, I don't fucking care bitch
You got me hysterical, no please fuck out my hair bitch
Your life a Comedy Central special, I think you needa step off
And if you need your fill of life I can give you a rimshot

[Interlude 1: Rockin' Riley]
Perfect, this whole track is fucking perfecto, if I had to put it somewhere I'd put it on my fridgerator, or on my widgerator

[Verse 3: Charlotte Crosby]
Sorry did I scare you uh, little outta character
I'm so embarrassed uh, haunting all your parents uh
I got three more minds in me, six three times baby
Hands be tied, save me got nine lives maybe
Eight, lost count, no face, no mouth
I'm a clone now in space can't shout
If you can't breathe then you’re like me
This a party of deceased and you're departing all with me
'Parting all with me, 'parting-'parting all with me
'Parting all with me, 'parting-'parting all with me
If you can't breathe, if you, if you can't breathe
'Parting all with me, 'parting-'parting all with me
If you can't, if you, if you can't breathe
'Parting all with me, 'parting-'parting all with me
[Verse 4: AOL]
Sauced in the booth
If you got a problem then shoot
You gon' end up on the news (shh)
You gon' end up eatin' thru a tube (shh)
Shhhh, keep it quiet like a silencer
If that bitch is talkin' shit I will have to silence her
Dialup is goin up blowin' like the challenger
Bitch I'm throwin' molotovs like I am a rioter (fuck 12)
Don't chat shit if you can't afford a hospital
Posted with my dudes, bumpin' noid, smokin' tropical
It's obvious, devilish I spit diabolical
Stackin all my capital', movin' all methodical
I be moving silently because I like my privacy
Dialup a dynasty we killin' shit decisively
Rollin 2Gs in a dutch fuck sobriety
Shut the fuck up or I may respond violently, bitch

[Refrain: doin' fine]
Kin Karkat, turn your crib into a car crash
Cark PFP lookalike, with the dark bags
Didact, turn a man into a carcass
I look like I'm R-Dash, goddess, fun fact
Kin Karkat, turn your crib into a car crash
Cark PFP lookalike, with the dark bags
Didact, turn a man into a carcass
I look like I'm R-Dash, goddess, fun fact
[Interlude 2: Charlotte Crosby & SATURNULTRA]
Baby, the wind through the screen door really blew me away somehow
I wish you would die in my arms tonight
(Had a witty comment take)
Here is another take
(I can't)
It is time to do another take of this song
(Because I talk too much-)
Because the last takes have not been satisfactory
(In the take that you're hearing right now-)
It is time to make it good
Let's go
(And I'm too lazy to retake it)

[Verse 5: SATURNULTRA]
I'm all that, turn the clock back, when I walk back, yea that's it
Star track at your door mat, leave you dormant like a bitch
If you gawk at me won't gawk back, so don't ball gag on my dick
I snap and I talk fat, I won't fall back 'til I'm rich
I'm all that, turn the clock back, when I walk back, yea that's it
Star track at your door mat, leave you dormant like a bitch
If you gawk at me won't gawk back, so don't ball gag on my dick
I snap and I talk fat, I won't fall back 'til I'm rich
Machine gun flow when I spit
Glue pack in my mattresses
Real man of that hat trick shit
2 bands in my hands
I feel sick, 4 mans in a Mazda 6
Quick maths, get us massive hits
50 for like 5 big grins
I need shit that's loud and scary
Race week bitch, are you ready?
Mask on me, I'm Ned Kelly
I swing my stick real steady
Blades on me I'm Freddy
Make you sing like Nelly
Turn him to spaghetti
Pop him like confetti

[Verse 6: campfire.Mesh]
Yeah you get those views but they be looking for a car crash
Running after clout I see your credit low and cards maxed
Bass drops from the sky you gonna wish you wore a hardhat
Dracula tonight and with the blood I feel like Karkat
Car accident, blood splattering I see
Something 'bout this gore is just so saccharine to me
Havoc is avarice to me my teeth is gnashing for a feast
And I know that all these SoundCloud crackers waiting for the screams
I’m sorry, you can’t get what you want
Keep battling your angst while pretending you’re God
Max out on your voice so they can’t see that your cause
Are as hollow as the beats that you choose just to walk on
Obscuring your face cause you know you’re a fraud
Acting like you wise but your fate’s in the cards
Say it’s 'bout the art but trolling is your pastime
Name dark, but you’re half white and you just passed your half-life

[Verse 7: doin' fine]
Calling me Yohane cause I got the gothic lol on, dark arts like Lalonde
Katana cut the heart of a chaser, cop, pedo, phobe, exclusionist, those who don the robes
On the honour role, like a man-o-war, you just riding waves, you just blue-bottle
Me I got the drip, me I got the whip, Andre 3k on do ya thing
Me I am the shit, ego massivest, like my plastic tits, I got Saturn’s rings
Round my neck on my choker, that's ice rock, like aurorus, y'all ain't coping, no, ugh
No one’s equivalent
You see me on Twitter, I'm rising it's imminent
Fuck that triplet flow, gotta datamosh
(Right now!)
Liner on my lips, spiked bat in the air
TERF blood on my hands, girlcum in my hair
I'm a goddess, autogynephilic and autonomous
Iconic shit, my body was sculpted by Adonis yuh
Fuck Buck Angel and everything he’s standing for
Phantom force him, disappear and reappear, blood and gore
Sorry, nothing personal
Someone left the oven on
Someone left the oven on

[Outro: Rockin' Riley]
Have you ever seen the Quaaludes video where it's that fat man from Brooklyn screaming at the top of his lungs about Quaaludes? Y'know, “the big man, he’s the voice of the people! You take a Quaalude and have sex, it feels like you're going to the fucking mooooooooon!” Y'know, something like that?