Hit the road Jack, and don'cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack (Come on), and don'cha come back (Come on)
No more
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I'm finna-gonna get up on this motherfuckin' crack-head streamer
Tryna scam his fans
Bitch call himself "IShowSpeed," stop tryna show us yo' underpants
Boy really got famous for barking at people and doing a Fortnite dance
This dude let a crypto scam spread his asshole open
For a hundred grand
Damn, sellout
You failin' to handle the disses I shell out
Boy tried to mic up with me in his V.C
'Til he started crying and got ran the hell out
Ain't nobody give a f*ck about, "sewey"
GTA stripper, you shakin' yo' booty
Your facetimes with Adin be gettin' mad fruity
Your music is more poorly written than Luffy
Bitch, why you screamin'? It got yo' fans creamin'
This man lookin' like he's possessed by a demon
You dated a man and could not even keep him
Yo' dad came on stream and then gave you a beatin'
Wanna f*ck on Ronaldo but can't ever meet him
Can't ever see him, your hopes getting blurry
Barkin' at shit, you a closeted furry
Nappy ass hair, man, them dreads lookin' dirty
Bro lost the damn private jet to a high five
That is the saddest s**t I've seen in my life
Swear this b***h think he the wolf off of Twilight
Playin' with Adin's balls, NFL highlights
Lil' bitch, now I'm switchin' the beat up
Look like pre-k when yo' fans have a meetup
Get to the blazin', this shit's finna heat up
How yo' name "Speed" but you strugglin' to keep up?
Know what, f*ck this shit, Adin Ross, now I'm on yo' head
Still owe me 3K from that talent show, b***h
I am not done with you
Fuck yo' lil' chat, you ain't gettin no "w"s
Clout chasin' friends, yeah, that's why they all f*ck with you
Shit's gettin' old man, we've all seen enough of you
All these girls on yo' stream but not one gettin' under you
It's time you get checked, I ain't talkin' no Elon
Andrew Tate's d**k only place that you be on
If Bronny ain't come to yo' motherfuckin' life
We all know that the sidewalk is where you would sleep on
Flowin' semi-automatic, put you in a packet
You a gamblin' addict, fat, you look asthmatic
Hoppin' d**k like a rabbit, this s**t fuckin' tragic
You a little maggot, shut up, b***h
Yeah, like, how you 22 but lookin' 38?
You scam yo' fans, you makin' millies off of stake
You sold yo' soul to be they little fuckin' puppet
Get a shirt and cover up your fuckin' gullet
Beat him in a beatbox, b***h I need a detox
Adin got the Top G gettin' in his g-spot
Runnin' like some Rebooks, gettin' f****d by Zias
Losin' track of all the rappers that you've tried to beat off
Bitch, bitch, yeah, better get me my 3K
Told him to run that s**t back like a relay
Entire comedic appeal is to be gay
Lately yo' vids bombin' harder than D-day
Yo' brain cells be harder to locate than Ceeday
Bitch you is more of a sellout than EA
Yo' sister be playin' with balls, call her, "D-Wade"
Damn, she nasty
PACKGOD, motherfucker can't catch me
You rollin' on the dick, Rick Astley
Spit fire but these bitches can't match me
