[Intro]
Uh! Jarrod!
Chodezilla Records!
Let's go!

[Verse 1]
My name is Jarrod and I'm here to say
There's another Jared, and he's gonna pay
For all the mean things he's said to me
You better watch out, I'm Alonge
You say I'm leaching off your success
But who's the one that made the first diss track?
You probably spent lots of time and effort
But I'll top that shit with minimal effort

[Chorus 1]
What, What? You look super dumb
What, What? Go eat a large penis
What, What? You smell like a bum
What, What? You're tacky and I hate you

[Verse 2]
A million subs? Big whoop
What's the point if your content is poop?
You sold out hard, no artistic integrity
It's not about numbers, it's about friendship!
You've got no friends and it's obvious
You seek validation from your audience
Bragging about your time with Post Malone
(Cool, I guess...whatever)
Your most viewed vid is '10 Styles of Metal'
Probably because you sold your soul to the devil
How in the world did it get that many views?
If it didn't suck ass, I'd congratulate you
Talk about clickbait, amirite?
Look at these thumbnails, I've contracted AIDS
You're not that clever, there's just no whit
Your content reeks of rhinoceros shit
[Chorus 2]
What, What? You look super dumb
What, What? Go eat a large penis
What, What? You smell like a bum
What, What? I hope you die in a traffic fatality

[Verse 3]
Talking smack about my music
Probably because you're just a eunuch
A eunuch is a man who has been castrated
What I'm trying to say is that you do not have testicles
At least my melodies are somewhat creative
Your stuff ain't catchy, it ain't innovative
Those metal EPs put me to sleep
And that's saying something because I suffer from chronic insomnia
I heard about this band called Rest Repose
I'd rather drink bleach than go to your shows
Your drumming is boring, outdated and bland
Yet perfect for a Mastodon cover band
You work really hard, bet you make bank
But what'll happen when YouTube starts to tank?
You'll need a new job, that I guarantee
Oh wait, what's this? My college degree?

[Chorus 3]
What, What? You look super dumb
What, What? Go eat a large penis
What, What? You smell like a bum
What, What? I'll kidnap and torture your loved ones
What, What? You look super dumb
What, What? Go eat a large penis
What, What? You smell like a bum
What, What? Your children will be born disabled
Now hold up a minute. Look, I get it. You lash out at me pretty often on social media and YouTube, but I can see through the facade. You're lonely, perhaps depressed. It's hard doing what we do, and there's very few people in the world that can understand the struggle. So I'm just letting you know, I'm here if you ever wanna open up and talk things out. It will get better. I love you

Sike! You idiot! I didn't mean any of that. You'll die alone!

[Chorus 4]
What, What? You look super dumb
What, What? Go eat a large penis
What, What? You smell like a bum
What, What? Stop trying to be Jake Paul
What, What? You look super dumb
What, What? Go eat a large penis
What, What? You smell like a bum
What, What? The diss track is over, now