[Intro: Shwabadi]
V2 here we go again boys
I'm surrounded by goats bro, let's get it

[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Yeah yeah
Man, look out, there's a bear in the booth
And he's boutta say some wild shit, scaring the youth
Money stacked so high, got an aerial view
Try to tell me I ain't rich? Homie, where is the proof?
Homie, where is the proof? Man, the proof's in the pudding
Tryna catch me slipping like I'm losing my footing
Got the tool, I'm untucking. Got em' moving, they're ducking
Try to bite? Leave 'em shocked likе a blueberry muffin (thought it was chocolate!)
Man-Eatеr Bug flip summon
Like a blind girl hookup, boy, they never saw me coming
Yeah that line bout the toolie might have just been Badi bluffing
But I bet you'll find out soon if you gon keep on yappin', youngin
Back to the music, I'm sick of the violence
Back to the stu, never finished with grinding
Back to the macking, I'm back to the sack
'Cause I'm banging a baddie and bagging the finest
Ugh, this shit is nasty
Don't play my tracks when in front of your family
I don't like rapping bout fighting and battery
But some days I wanna go curbstomp a Nazi
Don't @ me, my notifs are full
I'm a beast, act sheepish I'm running your wool
All my contacts are artists been bumping since school
In fact, here comes one now, ayo, Dan Bull
[Verse 2: Dan Bull]
I’m a little bit braggy, a little bit saucy
My willy’s even bigger than a horsey
Not a horse’s willy but an actual horse
From the head to the tail, from the shaft to the balls
Leave a gap in the track for a pause
...Note the lack of applause
Ha, but of course, I’m used to it
It’s the children that are wrong if they don’t choose to consume my shit
Coprophilia’s not the prettiest
Topic, really, it pop’s your area
So cop a feel of this plop, hilarious!
“Stop the prurience!” What? I’m serious
That’s the problem, that’s what Ed Sheeran is
Not fulfilling in his pop career
He’s just profiteering of non-manure
Related topics here and mopping up the millions
Hmph! And I’m not here for it
We need more songs full of cocks and urine in them
Lots of sperm in them, like cubicle walls
In toilet blocks in Birmingham, too many balls
Get a mop, detergent and get cleaning the floor
Because we’ve got an urgent... I don't know what I mean any more
Sorry, I just followed the stream of my consciousness
And I clearly really need a psychologist
Please accept my deepest apologies
For wrecking the track Shwabadi, I acknowledge this
But at least I’m not misreading politics
Like that wally Tom bleeding MacDonald is
I’m going regret saying this 'cause of his
Toxic fanbase and that but seriously what a div
Danny B, Rustage, Connor Q, and Shwabadi
My anime family rapping up a cabaret
We’re serving y’all, call it cabernet
Who’d thought a bunch of nerds indoors would come to form a caliphate?
That’s a hell of an elaborate way to collaborate
Four white monsters at once can caffeinate
Now extrapolate that all over the map
It’s a nerdcore global attack
All known for the fact that we’re so good at rap
That we’ve broken the track and there’s no going back
[Verse 3: Connor Quest!]
It took an age for this mug to get discovered
Now there’s people with mugs that have my name in their cupboards
Used to celebrate 100 subs, drinks and get on it
If did that now, I’d be a fucking alcoholic
Fill my Amazon baskets full of Manga and gadgets
Then can tell my accountant they need to add them for taxes
I remember being skeptical about this whole rap shit
Banking everything I had was a gamble but, I mean
What’s the worst that could happen? The world is collapsing
Concerns are all stacking, can’t see my girl without a permit to pass in
And Cali’s burning to ash and pandemic surging, its rapid
And there’s a fucking 5th Purge movie?! (A fifth?)
I’m just making the best of not so perfect circumstance I been trapped in
On a vibe but there’s few set on killing it
Attacking little nerds with a passion really your first plan of action?
That’s some cartoon villain shit (honestly)
Have you got nothing better to do? Embellishing truth
Repetitive views, its making me snooze
Your yearly Footlocker wage, I just spent it on shoes
Nah, I’m kidding, but my house has space if you’ve got rent for the room
Badi barge by and pass through your guard
Boy is always on the ball, call him Shwab-dul Jabbar
Got me rapping with my second and third favorite Daniels
The first being Jack on the rocks with the glass full
[Verse 4: Rustage]
I don’t even care if you’re into me
Listen these words hit hard like a dictionary
They try to solve success like a mystery
You either try you best of get Italy-d
I’m like Pinocchio but I can tell lies
Get out my magnum, i’m leaving them iced
I’m like Hikaru I’ve pre-moved my life
And like sigma I’ve shift-ed into a new time
I got opps on my line, I got bare baddies
But they know I got bite like i’m Bearbadi
Cus It ain’t no surprise if they fair badly
They be looking for rhymes, be like “Where’s Danny?”
I’m staying gassed like it’s steampunk
Cold at the top like a ski jump. This ain’t a game, it’s the redux
You wanna be us? Can’t even keep up
They ain’t got nothing on what Shwabadi does
Green on my mind like it’s crash course
Pricks wanna ride on this track like the grand tour
I can spit the worst verse on a song
But they ain’t ever gonna put Rustage in the “& more”
Hoarding all the wealth like a landlord
Money from my clips like it’s trash talk
Pussy stepping up like a catwalk
I’mma sit by cuz they know that's what this ass for