[Intro: Patrick Bateman]
You're a fucking ugly bitch
I wanna stab you to death
Then play around with your blood

[Verse 1]
Pink pussy cat
'Bout to meet my fucking gat
I could take you in the streets
Or I could kill while you nap
I been doin' it how I do it
Bitch, you can't even rap
I'm front and center on the stage
I put your ass up in the back
One little, two little, pussy, you got nine lives
Boosted in my Chevy, I could show you how my dogs ride
You a faker, a joker, a fucking wussy
You could call me DB Cooper
'Cause bitch ya ain't never touch me
Dirty bitch, ya house plant
Never watered, let 'em wilt
You ain't no kitty cat
Ya kill yourself by drinking milk
Garfield just called
He said he wants his swagger back
Reddit just called
They said they want old Nyanners back
I'ma do this blindfolded
Bitch, it ain't hard to beat you
When did fucking rappers start hanging out with LilyPichu?
I could put you in the meta, I'm better
You cheddar, bitch, I'm feta
By the time you get up, I'm fed up
So try to keep your head up
I'm playing rocket launchers
Bitch, you playing slappers only
Oops, I think the cartridge broke
So you can come and try to blow me
I come in quick, I got the KDR to make you dip
I'd give ya ass the sticks
But we don't even keep it plugged in
[Chorus]
Poo-poo head, poo-poo head
Nyan a poo-poo head, a poo-poo head
Poo-poo head, Nyan a poo-poo head
Eatin' poop for dinner, poo-poo head
Poo-poo head, poo-poo head
Poo-poo head, Nyan a poo-poo head
Poo-poo head, Nyan a poo-poo head
Eatin' poop for dinner, a poo-poo head

[Bridge: Nyanners & Lord Aethelstan]
First of—, f-f-first off
I wanna—, I wanna call a truce
A truce?
To the—, the rap beef

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm white like rice
Coming twice like Christ
She making edits to her reddit
Getting nervous through the night
Tear the shades and tinted windows
Keep my future fucking bright
Bitch, maybe you could beat me
Put your cat up on the mic quick
Dancing with the devil, keep the cats up out my whip
She could put on them stilettos, still be shorter than my dick
Ooey gooey bitch, you chop suey
Get used to losing and fuck it, you better sue me
I'm Malcolm, you fucking Dewey
Your words are so fucking poopy
You lonely just like a buoy
I'm rapping and they start hooting
You rapping and they start booing ya bitch
[Chorus]
Poo-poo head, poo-poo head
Nyan a poo-poo head, a poo-poo head
Poo-poo head, Nyan a poo-poo head
Eatin' poop for dinner, poo-poo head
Poo-poo head, poo-poo head
Poo-poo head, Nyan a poo-poo head
Poo-poo head, Nyan a poo-poo head
Eatin' poop for dinner, a poo-poo head