VERSE 01:
You might see me jogging, you just might see me talking
You might see me walking, might even see me stalking
With my legs chopped off in a park with Stephen Hawking
Cause my ex's mouth won't quit barking
Leaning out a window screaming “what the fuck darling”
Driving in the street in a bar that Proof was shot in
Looking for Dahlia's killers, dressin ridiculous
Grey-and-Black, like I don't see what the big deal is
Lizzie took an axe and chopped me in pieces
Pissed off cause Andrew and Abby just meant jesus
Watching these imitations getting rich off em
And get these dollars that been hers like they switched pockets
And amidst all this Crist popping and closed closets
I just sit back and watch as I get nauseous
Walking around with an empty bottle of milk carton
Starting shit like some 5 year old skinny spartan
Anti Iggy and the fucking kardashian
These hoes can't sing and Ariana's garbage
What is this bitch, retarded? Big Sean give her back to Nickelodeon
I see these sissies in magazines crying
Whatever happened to, wilding out, and being violent
What happened to giving a old-fashioned
Passionate diss track and getting your career, money, and fame tooken

BRIGDE:
5 Seconds of Bummer suck a lot of dick, Justin Bieber makes me sick
And I can't wait til I see you faggots in public, I'mma love it

VERSE 02:
Selena Gomez don't like me?, The heart wants what it wants despite me
She went and made a song that was about me
These phony little kids wanna grow to be just like me
And run around, pissin in buckets, just bite me (ohh-ohh)
I was born to annoy the world, in '94
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or your girl
Fuck this, Justin Bieber is a faggot who flips his hair for a career
And calls himself not a gimmick cause he's a queer
Fagstin Bieber and big booty Iggy
Claiming she fancy?, your album sucked you fat ass piggy
And you from Austria?, I'll knock your fucking accent the fuck out
You'll ask about the town you was raised when you snuck out
Now you duck out the back when someone sees you and fall out
I got down and shot b-balls in your mouth, no doubt!
Look who's running they mouth again
When she ain't spent any moments with them
And I don't need help from Em to rape a female again
In make-up who may write me an email
Breon Prince? You damn right, Prince Breon
I don't give a fuck like you little flaming faggots

HOOK:

VERSE 03:
Is it because we love them that we keep caring about them?
You little poopy bitch, get off me go fuck Lovato
Now because of this brown hair that's on top
Of this fucked up head that people telling me to stop!
CleverNews just sits around and talks about celeb's like a beauty shop
If I was famous, someone would be dissin me like I'm a big sissy
''Oh, I'd like to do some shit with Selena
And probably get Wiz to spit some shit with me real quickly
I can't believe Jlo just turned fifty
She must want a dollar for every shake she do swiftly
Shit, someone tell me who the fuck she look like?
All I need to do is go to my room and turn my computer on
And start Jacking big mike
That doesn't matter all you Tyler Oakley brats
J Cole talking about white likes we ain't know that
Man, Taylor just mad she ain't got a fat cat
She won't be mad for the million she make and fame she got
But Miley can help her with that hot spot she might got
Now all the sudden, she shakes it off
While Nicki been making mothafuckers jack off
Even J Lo makes these girls want to shake like she in a bake off
Now we so happy and proud
We can finally allow Macklemore to stand with our crowd
Let's top it all off the Queen Bee broke the cloud
Wonder if Jay told her, if she was aloud
Yo Lil Wayne? Is Cash Money still loud and proud?
Ok let me give you mothafuckers some help
Um here, XXL! XXL!
Now your group of fools shouldn't have any trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll spit a couple myself