(We will act immediately)
Calling all units, shots fired
Shots fired in front of the Supreme store
There's about to be a 261 in progress
Send all available units
Send in the back-up
Send in the big guns
Send in the K9 unit
Send in the f- ...f**k
[Verse 1: iDubbbz]
I wanna be gay
'Cause you're f**ked and I wanna savor it
But it's cool; after smashing you, I'll PayPal you 2K
Oh, no! You getting mad?
Gonna knock the phone right out of my hand?
That sh*t was f**king absurd
You're a "rapper" who can't resolve sh*t with words?
Talk like you eatin' some paste, ayy
Is that your IQ or your age? Ayy
Say to your audience face, ayy
How Jacob Sartorius tastes
Ayy, you look afraid, must have seen a ghostwriter
Well, ditto, little b*t*h, but I'm not scared to show mine
[Verse 2: Boyinaband]
Woo! You've been pretendin'
Ever since your little rice balls descended
Let kids think you did it all
When you weren't capable of making up playground insults (Ooh!)
That's bad, but then I heard you try to rap
I was more disappointed than when I found out
Casey Neistat didn't have nice tats
Boy, gotta flex
Gotta flex, flex, flex (Uh-huh)
Because when you've got no personality
Replace it with a Rolex
You really don't see your friends rolling their eyes?
Hoping to die, they're so tired
Of you throwing the price of what you buy in their face
No, no, no, no, you think they're gonna say:
[Verse 3: iDubbbz]
"Oh my God, you're such a legend
You make me so wet with your reckless spending
You gained my respect and you're oh so funny
Please, take me to your mansion and f**k me!"
You're f**king delusional
So try your best to remember
You are not a pimp
You're a borderline sex offender
Diss boy a flavor of the month
But which is it, huh?
A whiny Vietnamese wanna-be gangsta
It's salt and vi-n***a
You're like Kanye, without the talent
Like Jackie Chan, but a little faggot
Like Soulja Boy but...
Actually, yeah, you're exactly like Soulja Boy
[Bridge: Boyinaband & iDubbbz]
Say you don't wanna look like a little b*t*h
But, dude, you're gonna be crucified
How can you claim that sh*t
When you're too scared to go in on PewDiePie?
[Verse 4: iDubbbz]
Little ho, little b*t*h
Suck my 5.3 inch d**k
Admit that you just got pounded
I'd say "take the L" if you could pronounce it
(Get it, because you're Asian?)
(That's what you wanted, right?)
(Hey, let's make fun of the Asian boy with his Asian boyish eyes)
Jesus Christ, you're as predictable as a house tour
To call you surface level would be an insult to the ground floor
[Verse 5: Boyinaband]
Whatever you've promised to follow, you've quit
You can't persist for sh*t, you narcissistic prick
Your audience is fickle, here's what I predict
Your channel's bound to crash down to rubble (Oh, no!)
How the f**k can someone called Gum
Not realize they're in a bubble?
But let me guess, I'm irrelevant, right?
Isn't that your excuse?
When you're too stupid to explain your views
'Cause you're as basic as a one-block Rubik's Cube (Haha)
You're an insecure, unoriginal little b*t*h and that's that
So, come to think of it
You're actually the dog filter on Snapchat
Got cash, cash, money, and the views and the clicks
And yet you're always gonna be a little b*t*h
Now I'm finished as planned
It was just three minutes so it wasn't that bad
But I got one question to ask you, bro
Did it feel good, though?