[Verse 1]
Here's what I got to say to anyone who hates
On my shit and thinks I should go away
Here's what I got to say to anyone
Who tries to diss without first listening to my shit
You should just swallow some piss
You fucking dicks
Why don't you make your own music
If you think it's so easy?
Then you'll regret ever shit talking me
Like you think songwriting's such a fuckin' breeze
Like you think people are so easy to please
And you think my songs are a fuckin' disease
But the rap game blessed me, like I fuckin' sneezed

[Chorus]
Fuck you! You motherfuckin' bitch
I hope you fuckin' choke on a motherfuckin' dick
I said fuck you! You fuckin' piece of shit
When you see you were wrong
It'll be hard to admit
Yeah, fuck you! You motherfuckin' bitch
I hope you fuckin' choke on a motherfuckin' dick
I said fuck you! You fuckin' piece of shit
When you see you were wrong
It'll be hard to admit
[Verse 2]
Right, because it makes total sense
To diss on rappers without any experience yourself
Well, why don't you make an album
Drop it, and see if you're able
To get any fuckin' sales?
Wow, and when you see it doesn't sell
You'll go cryin' to your mama
That you suck and you're a failure
So it's really not that easy, is it?
All y'all bitches gotta learn some manners
It's really just common sense
You'd think you'd know that by now
But nah, you're just some fuckin' losers
Maybe if y'all didn't mumble
And your shit was comprehensible
You could get somewhere
And not be motherfuckin' moochers
And when your raps don't pop off
Don't be complaining to nobody 'bout nothin'
'Cause I think it's pretty obvious that
"Beggars can't be motherfuckin' choosers"

[Chorus]
Fuck you! You motherfuckin' bitch
I hope you fuckin' choke on a motherfuckin' dick
I said fuck you! You fuckin' piece of shit
When you see you were wrong
It'll be hard to admit
Yeah, fuck you! You motherfuckin' bitch
I hope you fuckin' choke on a motherfuckin' dick
I said fuck you! You fuckin' piece of shit
When you see you were wrong
It'll be hard to admit