[Intro]
Yo bitch, Yung Dab is a hoe
And he be wearing girl clothes
Yung dab be wack as fuck
And his raps fucking suck

[Verse]
Yo who needs rap beef? Fuck that shit
We can be friends, let's bury the hatchet
Ha ha, get it? You got no street credit
You got ten ghost writers on text edit
You a pussy ass bitch, Yung Dab, but I like you
Remember that time, that I said that I liked you? Syke
I'm gonna steal your bike, syke
I don't care about your bike, syke
I'm gonna steal it anyway
Sippin' Henny all day, Henny all day
I be getting that good puss, that's a nice kitty
You should move to Vice City, Los Santos too gritty

I be in the hood, posted up on Grove Street
You're scared to come here at 10am for groceries
Listen, to me closely (listen)
You're over estimating your rap skills, grossly
I ain't sure if you love me, or if you loathe me
But Imma let you suck this whole dick, for free
And Prune gang? More like gonna die soon gang
"Oh, it's a baby elephant!" No, that's Gladus' poon-tang
Fuck you Yung dab, you wanna be bad
What are you, an MJ fan? That's sad
Have you even seen Leaving Neverland?
Shit, I be high as a kite out in the Netherlands
You think you can rap? It's time to find a better plan
You should be a bus boy or maybe a waiter
Or anything that's not too hard for a fifth grader, laters

[Outro]
Yo wassup, it's your boy Lil Erf
AKA Globey, AKA David Trappenburough
Yo shit got real, I rob and steal
Fuck Yung Dab, fuck Prune gang
It's Chang Gang, bang bang
Yo we high like hella choppas
Smoking weed that's hella proper
I be spitting more words than a teleprompter
Your bitch suck my dick when she walk in the room
I don't even have to prompt her
Aye wassup, Erf