[Intro: Tyson James]
A little talk about epitome
We're the epitome of everything that the left hates
In fact, we're like phony Christian repellant, heh

[Verse 1: Tyson James]
Yeah, yeah
20-20 made me learn a lot
Hell is real, and I heard it's hot
Y'all think I'm tryna stir the pot
But, I'ma stand strong on the word of God
I'm the epitome
And, I on't need your validity
But, I know you're really feelin' me
And, I 'on't care about your little G
And, I "on't care, he a little creep
I'm capable, I got ability
Huh!

[Verse 2: Tyson James]
I'm a homophobe, and I'm racist
Y'all got accusations
If you know my bro, he can vouch for me
He ain't caucasian, meh
He a black boy
But apparently, my man racist, too
Betas don't wanna face the truth
All these haters only wanna fake the news
I'm goin' crazy
[Verse 3: Tyson James]
Man, y'all don't wanna pain me
YouTube tried to censor me
Y'all gon' raise my intensity
But, I guarantee, y'all gon' remember me
We everything y'all hate
But, you don't hate us, y'all hate God
It's a big lake, and it's way hot
C-C-G, we gon' make it pop

[Chorus: Tyson James]
Straight, white male, where's my cell?
I'm the epitome
(Yeah, where's my cell?)
Yeah, Bryson black, and he vote Trump
Yeah, he the epitome
(Yeah, he vote Trump)
Y'all love to hate, and we doin' great
But, y'all seem jittery
(Y'all look nervous)
C-C-G, up in this piece
Yeah, we the epitome
(We the epitome)

[Chorus: Tyson James]
Straight, white male, where's my cell?
I'm the epitome
(Yeah, where's my cell?)
Yeah, Bryson black, and he vote Trump
Yeah, he the epitome
(Yeah, he vote Trump)
Y'all love to hate, and we doin' great
But, y'all seem jittery
(Y'all look nervous)
C-C-G, up in this piece
Yeah, we the epitome
[Verse 4: Bryson Gray]
I am whatever you say I am
And, if I wasn't,then why would I say I am
That means I'm transphobic,homophobic
Sexist, self-hatin', ah man
Coon gripper, house negro, sellout
I mean, I guess, I understand

[Verse 5: Bryson Gray]
The truth is that y'all hate Christ
And, they on't see us, you see they light
And, the Bible says the righteous gon' do right
Don't stand down, stand up to fight
Like Tyson James, or blame everything on Bryson's name
I'm bein' called everything, all types of names
But, all that hate, just lights a flame

[Verse 6: Bryson Gray]
Now, y'all done messed up
Grown men, out here, playin' dress-up
Or, they puttin' their skin over Yeshua
Or, they tryna sound holy, in the Devil's hut
We are God warriors, don't try to mess with us
But, be forewarned, perjure, stop testing us
Plus, Yahweh gon' keep blessin' us
While you give yo' soul to sex and lust
Dang, pray for 'em
[Chorus: Tyson James]
Straight, white male, where's my cell?
I'm the epitome
(Yeah, where's my cell?)
Yeah, Bryson black, and he vote Trump
Yeah, he the epitome
(Yeah, he vote Trump)
Y'all love to hate, and we doin' great
But, y'all seem jittery
(Y'all look nervous)
C-C-G, up in this piece
Yeah, we the epitome
(We the epitome?)

[Chorus: Tyson James]
Straight, white male, where's my cell?
I'm the epitome
(Yeah, where's my cell?)
Yeah, Bryson black, and he vote Trump
Yeah, he the epitome
(Yeah, he vote Trump)
Y'all love to hate, and we doin' great
But, y'all seem jittery
(Y'all look nervous)
C-C-G, up in this piece
Yeah, we the epitome