Nah sike f**k that s**t, f**k that s**t

(yeah, yeah, you alredy know bro)

Turn up the f**king beat

KSI, what the f**k are you talking about (ay, cmon man)

C'mon none of that fake s**t in my diss tracks

None of that, none of that

Antt Beatz

Ay

JJ, I'm so sorry you're angry (sorry)

Hairline so f**ked up, your barber is Tay Keith (hahaha)

I'm 18 making main stages (huh, huh)

You were 18 and a virgin in the basement making rape faces (what?)

And now you really think your music is the most heat (huh, huh)

Oh that's so profound, you changed? That's so deep

Shut the f**k 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 (huh, huh)

That your friends are terrified to

let you know that you're wack (true)

Now your homies are your yes-men, ego's over the max (wow)

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 s**t so how you gonna diss Quad

Had to point the finger like when old folks typin'

But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost ghost writer

Ay, I never thought that KSI would make me get in the booth

But all your friends f**kin' 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 f**kin' 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 could rap (huh)

It's actually sad how you don't know that you are actually bad

It's actually mad, I'm actually really gonna get up to the bands

But I'll never understand why you really wanna ban me

Yes men actin' like a fan

But they keep you in a bubble that you live in like Sandy

I just be sticking to plan A, you more a fan of the plan B

I know it must be hard, you're like "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

You're like the black Marina Joyce meets FouseyTube, huh

How you gonna call me awkward, you a big nerd

Make you turn blue in the face just like you're 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, b***h (Bitch)

I don't care about no motherf**kin' whip, no (I don't care)

F**k them diamonds on your wrist, no

(F**k them diamonds on your wrist)

There's more to life than this (Yeah, yeah)

I got you insecure, turn your whole life into a blur

Had to let you right back in my world

Say if Quadeca was watching this right now he would one hundred

percent disagree with you and think he's

better than you because of what you put out

Yeah and then I'ma put stuff out and

then I'm going blow him out the f**king water

Yeah, you 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 like "how much wood could a woodchuck chuck"

Just shut the f**k up, time to stop bro

Saying words, but they all feeling hollow

Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato

I used to watch this guy, back in grade five

The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side (no, no)

Decide man, what's the reason they would lie (what's the)

Quadeca on their playlist more than KSI

Yeah, JJ shooting shots like an AK

But he made waves being lonely with a rape face

Now he change face thinking that he gonna save face

Hit 'em from across the f**kin' pons, no Lele, Lele

This my payday, you a neighsay

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 (No)

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 gettin' no views

When you said "I'm done with music"

We all wished 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 p***k

Yeah, no you can't get on my caliber

British bitches tryna' shoot they shot, Boston massacre

Know 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 matador

Just tell me the f**k are you rapping for

b***h I do not gotta go boxing to 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