[Verse 1: Tommy Boy]
Lookin' at these f*ggots like "what are you thinking?"
Get your a** shot like president Lincoln
See it your eyes and your dicks are shrinking
Cause you in cold water b**h, your f**ing sinking
Invisible kids, call it invisible squids
Cause the only f**ing marks that they makin is skids
They don't know what to do and they don't know where to go
Maybe cause the jacc official crew is running the show
And we're gonna blow, all up in your face
With f**ing bombs and sh**, call us Arabian race
And disgrace
You motherf**ers on this beat
You can't rap with us so just admit defeat
We elite
We hot like the Miami heat
And we riding to fame, you b**hes in the backseat
Just stop
Before I f**ing get Jehvon, and you know when that n***a comes on
The attention is drawn
He ain't ever messing around
And when he gets on the mic, he will f**ing expound
To the reasons
Why these kids have no f**ing swagger
Conner Flood the b**h leader, and he's meeting my dagger
He's a bragger
And he ain't got no moves like jagger
Yeah that was corny
But his girl Sam is horny
I had to do it
I'm sorry boys I thought we were friends
But instead
I guess this is how it ends
Its twisted, kinda how deanna bends
And look at all our fans we only setting trends
I'll see ya later
All our dicks big like pillars
And please call us Apple Jaccs because we cereal k**ers
[Verse 2: Lucid]
Invisible Kids
Didn't think that I would write back
But open up ya belly lemme get my f**in knife back
k** the beat and bring it right back
Jacc official
k** it
Scribble my initials and our swag youll never bite that
Flow is foolish and these n***as keep testin me
You want it come and get it n***a let u have the rest if me
I guess its just the pest in me
Punture ya juggular and send it to ya mother n***a jacc untill the d**h of me
Ain't no stopping this
My style is preposterous
My rhymes is obnoxious
And our album you'll be copping this
Send it through my esophagus
Your b**h I stick my co*k in this
Frosh graduate I flip my ta**el then I'm dropping this
Once again I'm going crazy bunch of talented kids
I'm swagging out and blowing hazy
Snap back is quite phasing
Retro sixes that I'm lacing
Bloody with no trace
I f**ed this flow n***a
Tell me how my dick taste