[Verse]
Yo, f** your dreams
One love to Joe Berkowitz (what up, Joe!)
You f**ing with the league
Of the Bullet Club, we murderous
Like, I ain't got your back
But I'm pulling out your vertebrates
So listen to me, a**hole
Every single word of this
Your attempt to get a pa**?
NO - I ain't heard of it
Your verbage don't ama**
To my cla**, not a third of it
Worried yet? Better step back
Get some deeper cover
Stick you in the sh**ter, dawg
I hope you got a decent plumber
So pick a side and sit:
Criticize, or ride my dick
I'm not the type to sit and
Listen to you try and spit
It's kind of trippy, though
You think that you can really blow
If you drop a couple names
sh**, you must be really slow (duh, duh)
f**ing silly hoe
Really, what's the dilly-o?
You think you stand a chance against me
Rapping with that Diddy flow? (oh no)
f**, your sh** is jiggy, though
Man, I hand you that
They play it strictly in the club
And all the b**hes love your rap (oh my god)
But real heads
Would never stand for that (nah)
Got bodies turning in they grave
And Bowie's praying for his cancer back (holy crap)
Show me a single fan
You ever earned
Man, I got a gang of Bunheads
Waiting to light you up and watch you burn
Just waiting for the word
I say it then it's done
Bring your marshmallows, fellas
Gonna be a toasty one! (toasty!)
So hit the road and run
Pack your Brita and leave
It's Beef Season, son
You're just a queef in the breeze
Please
[Hook]
You love me, you love me
You love me, you love me
You love me motherf**er
You love me, you love me
You love me, you love me
You love me Garrett Plummer
I know you will
I know you motherf**ing will homeboy
I know you love me Garrett Plummer
[Outro]
I f**ing hate you so much
Sit down and know your role
(On Broadway)