Letras
Yunk a little bitch, he tried his best but he gon try his luck
Body built Mitch, this muscle man thinks I give a fuck
Send this bitch to heaven, if he step call that a skywok
He was spitting trash, until I asked that pussy "why talk?"
Ain't nobody fucking with your team, If you wanna catch a beam
I might up and shoot your legs, until that pussy got a lean
I might shoot him in between, fuck his life behind the screen
Xanakin zip up your jeans, we ain't tryna see that bean
Teaching a lesson to Yunk, he a learner
Why the fuck he look like a little like Jerma
If he be cooking I'm upping the burner, and wish him away
Like my name Timmy Turner
Xanakin fat bitch he eating a burger, fuck on his bitch
She get wet like a surfer
I'm slipping it in but I don't mean to hurt her
He fucking this bitch when I spank with my cursor
Huh! We got hella disses, we got hella bands
Zeph can't pull no bitches, cause his dick's a crayon
Xan screaming shit, I just can't understand
Bitch call me Doja Cat 'cause I be dissing all my fans
Alright, for 400 points!
Who's built like a level three digglett?
Lives in a porta potty?
And his favorite food is Slashest's ball sack?
Oh, oh I know, I know, that bitches name is Zeph
Pull up with my pistol on that bitch, I won't leave nothing left
Jewish rabbi, I'ma circumcise you from the fucking neck
Hey Pack, can I borrow four Dollars please?
You falling in some debt?
Hey Xan, I really hope you got my letter
About adding me to sabergang, so we can both create together (what?)
I know I took your samples, and made it sound harder
You called me your son man
Bro nah, nah, shut up, shut up
Yo, yo, Grimmey
Yo, what's good?
Shut yo emo ass up, bitch
I heard your voice, sound like lion maker
Got that bag on me, counting my fucking paper
Hit up Sadfriendd, so he can go save your track
Got a forty on me, and I'm spinning my back
Ayo Willer, you sucking on Xanakin's sack
After this track, don't hit up my jack
I'm lying bitch, send me some beats
Before I press your number and press on delete
Fuck do you mean
You can't fuck with my team
I took your mask, now I'm 'bout to beat my meat
I hit up Slash, he rubbing on my feet
Do 100 on the dash, I just busted in my jeans
Yeah, now fuck that stupid bitch whose name is Xanakin
Yeah, I'm choking out his hoe just like I'm Anakin
Now he frozen, standing still, like a manakin
Cause Dr. Yunk is right behind him and ramming him
Name is Dr. Yunk, but you're not a doctor
Hang up your career, call it John Proctor
Nerdy bitch, I'm gonna shove you in a fucking locker
Got a hunchback, you look like Mr. Crocker
You damn, damn
Bitch look like Mr. Crocker
Damn, Dr. Yunk, Dr. fucking Yunk
Got his momma and she licking on my fucking junk
Yeah, yeah
That's the sound of your momma made last night
When she was at my house, taking down my pipe
Hitting combos on that bitch, I'm going left and right
And when I'm done, I dip the scene you know I'm taking flight
It was the greatest day of your entire mothers life
Damn, Zeph said he straight, but he likes bananas
Xanakin rapping while wearing pajamas
I told Yunk the truth behind santa
He isn't real and he starts getting sadder
All of that crack got stuck in his bladder
Zeph think that his name is Marshall Mathers
Xanakin big and he can't climb a ladder
All of your music it don't fucking matter
Written by: Slashest
