[Verse 1:YourFavouriteShady]
Listen up Luke, I got some shit to say
You ain't no rapper, you're just a fraud in every way
Those spots on your head, they ain't no fashion statement
Your pops should have used a rubber, now you're just a disappointment

Blood sugar levels rising, so for you that spells your demise
You ain't got no flow, no rhythm, and no surprise
You might as well be gay with the way you look at Ashton
That big boy ain't no model, he's just a overweight taco

[Chorus:YourFavouriteShady]
Rap wannabes, you ain't got what it takes
You're just a bunch of losers, being fake
Miller, Draco, Pattinson, and Beehan
You'll never take the crown, you'll just be in my shadеs

[Verse 2:YourFavouriteShady]
I don't give a fuck how strapped you think your bars are
You outrapping mе? I doubt that, you're just a dying star
You ain't got no game, no style, and no grace
You're washed up yo, with a sad face

Luke and Ashton, you ain't got no chance
You're just two washed up rappers, with shite fucking romance
You ain't got no flow, no rhythm, and no surprise
You might as well be together with the way you look at each other's eyes
[Chorus:YourFavouriteShady]
Rap wannabes, you ain't got what it takes
You're just a bunch of losers, making fake
Miller, Draco, Pattinson, and Beehan
You'll never take the crown, you'll just be in my shades

[Verse 3:YourFavouriteShady]
Time to move onto James Beehan, you ain't no friend of mine (You're a nonce)
You bitch cry over everything small thing you disagree with, that's not fine
You ain't got no backbone, no strength, and no pride
Only pride you got is from being bi
You're just a weak ass man, with a sad side
That man's mind reminds me of [redacted] class,mumbling words fill his mind
You ain't got no game, no style, and no grace

[Verse 4:YourFavouriteShady]
I'm the king of the game, the ruler of the rap
I'm the one who's got the flow, the rhythm, and the lyrical traps
But the only traps miller likes is astolfo (Fair)
I ain't got a million spots on my head, and I ain't got no shame
So come and up your game

[Chorus:YourFavouriteShady]
Rap wannabes, you ain't got what it takes
You're just a bunch of losers, making fake
Miller, Draco, Pattinson, and Beehan
You'll never take the crown, you'll just be in my shades