[Epic LLOYD]
EpicLLOYD's the microphonist of this stone-cold dis
Dish choke-holds out like fish bones in your neck
Light up your coals, heat up your stove, heads will roll
‘Bout to make a Nelson, Mark, Steven, Lucas ca**erole
These four lame dudes all sing the same tune
This ain't the worst bullies, it's an acapella group
A quartet of maggots who just ain't worth talkin' to
‘Lest you're mockingly a**aulting them like I was brought to do
Ungodly large words, huh? (Psssh) you're a laugh to me
You patently lack an accurate perspicacity
See you'll just foment a ma**ive wrath in me
Instigating altercations such as these is of dubious sagacity
I put the “dis” into “DISlexic”
Disregard these dismal disrespectful disappointments
Diseased with dysentery, y'all couldn't amount to sh**
So disappear, you disemboweled dicks are dismissed
And as murderous as this first verse has been
To be certain and a**ured, I've secured a Sherwin
To toss jacka**es off ya back like BLAOW!
Ey yo, Zach, aww, y'all done f**ed up now
[Zach Sherwin]
It's not hard to tell my freezin' ruthless heart is far from meltin'
This behavior makes me sick, I'm heavin', pukin', barfin', belchin'
Even and as far as squelchin' beef these dudes should start or else
I'm leavin' bruises, marks and welts on Steven, Lucas, Mark and Nelson
What an ironic twist
You jerk-offs broke Jonas's wrist
And, if you think it's humorous when letters get switched
And ri-i-remixed, then please enjoy this
Here's what happens when I blast a wrath raps past ten
I got rage to vent on all s**er a** men
I'm deadlier than any cobra with poisonous insults
When I spit a dis is snake clan venom results
I'll chop off a ball each if you start beef with Zach
Leave you mean trolls with uneven sacks
And in fact, it was funny as hell
To see an MC serve your stanken an*s, LOL, eL
[Epic LLOYD]
You say epic, he's dyslexic, crazy phrases he won't get it
I say bullsh** and I give my man some credit
Every word he works out will read like a present
An incentive force repentance on this sh**ty four pack of degenerates
So bro, don't feel hopeless, show 'em that you own this
Flippin' the bird at 'em no matter how broke your wrist bone is
Turn your back, strut away, tell 'em who you're known as, sing it
Like my name is Jonas!