[Verse 1: Colourfulr@pe]
Bubbles your coochie stank, And you look like a frog, Not to mention your dad prolly disowned you dog, You Weigh, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 thousand pounds, When you walk I be thinking bigfoots around, Your a bitch don't you know this, You ain't getting a man, You really need to focuse, I'm surprised you can hardly stand

[Verse 2: BBC_junior]
Uh, Surprise me, is the only thing your barber understood, Left and right, A whole different man, And that ain't good, You the type of person to eat glue, And the type to smell like poo, And that's probably why I see nobody going up, talking back to you, Its kind of true, its sad to see, But the blame is all on you

[Verse 3: Colourfulr@pe]
Aye, First we talk about your drip, I know how you love big D, You would strip for his ass, Ain't no-one gon' talk about your glasses, On your head, That fit is dread, You and Darius go crawl into bed

[Chorus: Colourfulr@pe]
You and Darius go crawl into bed, You and Darius go crawl into bеd

[Verse 4: BBC_junior]
The Indian think he funny and he say hе got money, Life of the party but he just very musty, Wear the same thing every day, Lucky cricket shoes and the gray fit say he look too cool for school, Go back to India nobody laughing

[Verse 5: Colourfulr@pe]
Your eyesight is horrible my guy, Your fits are never fly, I know you be thinking that your "that guy" in disguise, Fuck no man your just nerd with fucked up eyes, You ain't getting bitches, You about to get stiches, From my fucking fist if I see you doing Quizlet, That strap around really gotta go, God, Your hair around you really really gotta go, Your sis a bop she a fucking hoe, You blind as fuck all you see is shadows

[Verse 6: Colourfulr@pe]
League your favorite shit, Damn that’s sad, You couldn’t think of any other shit, Damn thats sad, Aye, I mean if the shoe fits, Damn thats sad, Hey bro, Where’s your bitch, Damn thats sad, Damn thats sad, Damn thats sad

[Sample]
Let me understand this, Your turning down one and a half million dollars, I'm not turning down the money, I am turning down you

[Verse 7: BBC_junior]
He said, "Nice shirt bro", Yeah thanks, You got a nice lip too, It looks really good on you, Go sit with the other freaks at the table that look as bad as you, I bet your friend group is called the pee yoo crew, And it’s true, You got a permanent boo boo, On your lip, Looks like you can't fix it
[Verse 8: Colourfulr@pe]
You fuck with Gacha life, And little pony too, Your corny ass probably got Mario on stand by, You weird fucker, I bet you got a sucker, Waiting for you after supper, You like weird shit like Sonic, You hit puberty in like six weeks, And that's for sure Chronic, You be singing the Mario anthem and being melodic, *Gunshot*

[Verse 9: Colourfulr@pe]
Aye, Ugly ass cartel wannabe bitch, If they offered you tacos I bet you'd snitch, You know good and damn well you ain't got a switch, Come outside ima bury you in a ditch, Stank ass Mexican little hoe, Reach in your pocket you ain't grabbing no doe, You a hoe, You a hoe

[Ad-lib: Colourfulr@pe]
Bitch its a kill streak today, *Gunshot*

[Verse 10: BBC_junior]
Uh, You and that fake chain stank, Plus all your friends out here, Smelling like some booty stains, The only colors you know is blue, Green, And yellow, Its glazing, You bought that cheap chain, And wear it all day, Its amazing

[Verse 11: Colourfulr@pe]
Aye, Your posture kind of funny, It really looks like your about to grab your money, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, What the fucks going on with your posture dog

[Outro]
So I should stop, Judging, And accept, To start, So no matter what I do, Hooray for me cause I'm a great guy, Its all good, No matter how many dogs I kill, I just, What do an inventory, And accept, I mean you backed your truck over your own kid and you like accept, What a load of crap, Hey Jesse, I know your in pain, No you, You know what, Why I'm here in the first place, Is to sell you meth, Your nothing to me but customers, I made you my bitch, You ok with that, Huh, You accept, No