[Chorus: Monstah]
Woo!
Jakey, you're snake-y, you're snake-y (You're a snake!)
Jakey, you look like you're eighteen (Jake, underage)
Jakey, believe me, you're cringe-y (Ayy)
Jakey, you probably got a small D (D!)
Jakey, you're snake-y, you're snake-y (Jake, you're a snake!)
Jakey, you look like you're eighteen (Underage)
Jakey, you probably got an STD (HIV)
You can bet on me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
Jake Paul been cryin' like he is the victim (True!)
PR told him to diss himself to avoid criticism (Ayy!)
Embarassin', you probably did this 'cause your therapist
But you still racist, you really joked your fan was a terrorist, so arrogant! (Uh!)
I'm gettin' up on the track, there will be no comparisons
Sat down and listened, it sounds like you're sick, clear that nose, let me get you a Claratin (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
You're from America, that makes it hard to say I'm an American (Ayy!)
Get out my area! This is faker than your entire marriage is (Ho-ho-ho-ho!)
Hilarious, dude, you literally got married for views, called up your girl, she don't care about you
Views is why you give to charity, too, views is the reason I parody you
Jake Paul, you a bitch, when I'm done with this verse, you'll be callin' it quits (Ayy, ayy)
Am I makin' you angry? You ball up your fists, so easy on yourself, you gon' call that a diss? (Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah!)
Now your subs droppin' like you on a stage, you described yourself as "YouTube Dr. Dre"
Bro, you got to wait, I'm abusin' you bloody like you left Alisa back on a date
Oh no! That's something I need to set straight; I don't need you to fly me to L.A. (L.A.)
I just need you to never get in a studio ever again no matter how highly you get paid!
Yeah, Quadeca on the track
[Chorus: Monstah]
Woo!
Jakey, you're snake-y, you're snake-y (You're a snake!)
Jakey, you look like you're eighteen (Jake, underage)
Jakey, believe me, you're cringe-y (Ayy)
Jakey, you probably got a small D (D!)
Jakey, you're snake-y, you're snake-y (Jake, you're a snake!)
Jakey, you look like you're eighteen (Underage)
Jakey, you probably got an STD (HIV)
You can bet on me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: JMX]
Got no Disney Channel show, so no Disney Channel flow
And, unlike me, you are just the number two, bro
You're a fail, all your music's getting old, it's getting stale
Going to feel like you dropped the soap, even though you got out of jail
Downgraded from Alisa, bet you miss her while you wank
And yeah, you may be gettin' bank, but now she be gettin' Banks (Cash!)
Anyways, racist, you told your fan he about to send the nuke (Boom!)
How'd you get so many subs? That's just a fuckin' fluke (How?)
I just checked out Jerika and I wanted to puke (Ick!)
You are just an evil guy; Anakin, not Luke
Yeah, you're like McGregor in the tenth round
You about to go to jail, prepare to get bent down (Boom!)
You gon' wish I never sent now
All this shit is faker than your marriage with pretend vows
And like the movie, you should get out
You've been lyin' to all your viewers just to get clout (Clout)
Man said, "PewDiePie is next..."
"...Got the brand-new Rolex... and it mat' the Lambo too" (Clout)
And you really call them 'lyrics'? What the fuck is wrong with you?
All that shit is rented, probably rented your lyrics too
I would go and get a refund for those bars if I were you
And if Nick Crompton were straight, well, then he would've fired you
And your clothin' line is shit, but at least it's not called "Tank"
You're a weed and a meme, but I ain't talkin' 'dank' (Yeah, yeah!)
[Chorus: Monstah]
Woo!
Jakey, you're snake-y, you're snake-y (You're a snake!)
Jakey, you look like you're eighteen (Jake, underage)
Jakey, believe me, you're cringe-y (Ayy)
Jakey, you probably got a small D (D!)
Jakey, you're snake-y, you're snake-y (Jake, you're a snake!)
Jakey, you look like you're eighteen (Underage)
Jakey, you probably got an STD (HIV)
You can bet on me, yeah, yeah, yeah