[Verse 1: Quadeca (as Falcao)]
We're both strikers on Man United, but guess who’s better?
His name starts with an F, and O is the last letter
I bash headers, a fast leopard, you're a bad center
When's the last time you won a trophy? Oh yeah, that’s never
Ever happened, you lack spice, lack pepper
Can't attack for crap, run a lap, track backpedaler
You're an arsenal traitor, we'd be better off with a flat Bendtner
I hate to rain on your parade, but I've got some bad weather

[Verse 2: Didac (as van Persie)]
My name is van Persie, it's an honor to wear my jersey
You're bad and you can't score ’cause your vision seems blurry
Or maybe the problem’s that you're two feet tall
Before you talk to me, learn how to shoot the ball
During the World Cup, I was obviously better
While you were sitting there injured, did you see my diving header?
My dribbling is magic, your passing is tragic
Your team doesn’t want you, haha, that's classic

[Verse 3: Quadeca (as Falcao)]
I've been in Team of the Years, voted the world's best striker
You deserve to be discarded, ask KSI’s subscribers
Yeah, it's evident I'm better than you, I'm like the president
The header is the only thing you've done for the Netherlands
Remember when Bendtner scored more in Euro 2012?
You're only on Man U for the money and the wealth
Yeah, you're bad, that's the truth, it's pretty obvious
Go back to Arsenal 'cause nobody's ever topping this
[Verse 4: Didac (as van Persie)]
Oh wait, I'm sorry, I can't hear you from down there
You look like a girl, did you look at your long hair?
I was lookin' at your card and you have no good features
How's it watching me play while you're sitting in the bleachers?
Wait, I have a question: did I hurt your feelings?
Are you standing up? 'Cause your height looks like you're kneelin'
I have an idea: spend some time playin' FIFA
Maybe you'll learn to score instead of eatin' tortillas