(Uhhhh) he's so insecure
Nowhere to run
Nowhere for more
Nah, it's like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Turn up the fucking beat, bro
KSI, what the fuck are you talking about, man?
Come on, none of that fake beef shit about disstracks, bro
None of that, none of that
JJ, I'm so sorry you're angry
Hairline so fucked up, your barber is Tay Keith
I'm 18 making main stages
You were 18 and a virgin in the basement making rape faces
And now you really think your music is the most heat?
Oh, that's so profound, you've changed, that's so deep
Shut the fuck up, leave the studio and record some Fifa
They torture people with your music out in North Korea
Got so big and made so many stacks
That your friends are terrified to let you know that you're wack
Now, your homies are your yes men, ego's over the max
Call Shane Dawson, I think this guy's a sociopath, huh
I saw you leave the studio with Diss God
You don't make your own shit
So how you're gonna diss Quad?
Had to point the finger like when old folks typing
But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost-ghostwriter
I never thought that KSI would make me get in the booth
But all your friends fucking with me way more heavy than you
I'm telling the truth
I'm small, I'm skinny, I'm white, I got a lisp, I'm awkward
And I'm fucking better than you
Yeah (yeah)
Let's take it back to the past
When you made a vid'
And people would actually laugh
At how you reacted to packs instead of how bad you can rap
It's actually sad
How you don't know you're actually bad
It's actually mad
I'm actually really gonna up to the bands
But I'll never understand why you really wanna ban me
Yes, man, acting like a fan
But they keep you in a bubble that you live in like Sandy
I've just been sticking to Plan A
You're more a fan of the Plan B
I know it must be hard
Yelling, "My own fans can't stand me"
Yeah, your music is not complex
You talk nonsense
Mediocre with a god complex
You're delusional, on drugs, or you fuse the two (uhhh uhh uhh)
You're like the black Marina Joyce meets FouseyTube, (huh huh, uhuhuhuh)
How you're gonna call me awkward? You're a big nerd (hmmm hmm)
Make you turn blue in the face just like you Squidward
But to be honest, bro, I wish that I was still a fan
Logan Paul, come and film this, I think I just killed a man
Bitch, bitch, I don't care about no motherfucking whip
(I don't care about no whip, uhh uh hmm hmm)
Fuck them diamonds on your wrist
There's more to life than this, yeah, yeah (uh uh uh, uhn uhn uhn)
(There's more)
I got you insecure
Turn your whole life into a blur
Had to let you right back in my world orld ord oh oh oh
(See, if Quadeca is actually watching this right now)
(He will 100% disagree with you)
(And he think is better than you because of what)
(What you put out?)
(Yeah, and then Imma put stuff out)
(And then I'm gonna blow him outta the fucking water)
Yeah, you're riding waves
Can't get outta the water
Can't buy a good song for a dollar
I ain't never been the type to just follow
You're like, "How much wood could a wood chuck chuck"
Just shut the fuck up, time to stop, bro
Saying words, but they're all feeling hollow
Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato
I used to watch this guy
Back in grade 5
The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side
Decide man, what's the reason they would lie?
Quadeca on their playlist more than KSI
Yeah, JJ shootin' shots like an AK
But he made waves being lonely with a rape face
Now he change face thinking now he gonna save face
Hit him from across the fucking Pons, no Lele-Lele
This my payday
You a naysay
JJ, bro, you change-changed from the great days
And not in a good way, in a bad way
How you gonna talk that way when you're trash mate?
Yeah, I just checked out what your gram was on
Yeah, not a photo without a bandana on
Yeah, keep that hidden, you're so scared, why?
What you hiding more, is it your girlfriend or your hairline?
Look, bro, I'm getting confused
The real music ain't really getting no views
When you said, I'm done with music
We all wish that you were telling the truth
You had to go transform, that's so deep, and you're so sick
KSI, you're an asshole, and you transformed into a bigger prick
Yeah, no, you can't get on my calibre
British bitches tryna shoot, they shot, Boston massacre
No, I'm too spectacular, I just can't find your talent, sir
I think that ended back in 2012, just like that calendar
Dodge the bullshit like a Metador
Just tell me the fuck are you rapping for?
Bitch, I do not gotta go boxing knock you
And pop your whole head going back and forth
I gotta drive you a passenger
They ask, "Could I hop on your track or verse"
I think I would rather get stabbed by a
Dagger and die while I'm wearing some Maverick merch
That's what i mean, that's fucking
No that what's what i mean, you can beat me
I'm a fucking like unbeatable force
And Kodak is gonna think he's better than you
Yeah but please, please man (hahaha)
Don't, get shit out my face (hahaha)
Gone