[Verse]
So a new band popped into the shit
Rocking up on with the music t'ings
Spitting fat bars, show up on the gigs
You're not that good, you asked for this diss
Your band seems mint and you seem tight-knit
But fuck Distracted, you're distracting
Logic man on the mic', gon' play this game
My bars make you part your ways
I'll start with the chubby, thinks he's funny
Makes no money with a name like "Wookie"
Then there's Ben, casual friend
He's so talent-less, but he's still the best
What about Roy? Browns his boys
Bass is good but bass is a toy
Mate, you're all fun and, mate, you're all great
But I still can't tell who the fuck Kes dates
While on Kes, he looks fun
Skates with the boys like he's number one
But he's numb and he gets shit wrong
And I've never seen him play the drums
See, what I mean, your band is shit
Distracted are all a bunch of misfits
Want real tunes? Want real music?
I Fucked a Turkey and I Got Away with It