Discombobulated

[Verse]
Connected directly to the internet, I’m in
It’s been a minute since I read your comments
I look like Perez Hilton? Not this shit again
TikTok’s got fake fucks who wanna be big like Rick Ross
Makin’ them kick rocks, light ‘em up like a damn match box
I’ll destroy them like a fucking DC movie’s plot
I’ll make ‘em kick rocks like a damn kid in the sandbox
Selling products but nobody buys in or invests
Bullshit objects, they peak nobody’s fucking interest
Stupid cunts, half of them are interested in incest
Stupid sluts start an OnlyFans
I think you mean ‘OnlyDads’
The only sub is your dad
Hе raised you, now he’s down bad
Just like how you turnеd out, he ain’t a chad
Sorry, but your cuck of a dad sounds like a fucking fag
I can already hear the comments saying this track is wack
That’s too bad, you can scroll past
Y’all would rather I get views, it’s the shit you choose
A guy could say ‘hi’ and you’ll cry abuse
I don’t mean your cooch when I say that’s obtuse
It’d be pretty stupid for me to try and stoop
To your level, it’d be no use
If I even tried to explain half my views
Y’all would throw a tantrum while I laugh at you
I’ve won every bet I’ve made
Now I think I can safely say
Y’all will cry, bitch and whine
You’re all the fuckin’ same
I’m just by the mic and writing rhymes
Y’all comment online all the time while you sit and cry
I haven’t even gotten into why I dislike all of you
OnlyJayus is a ticking time bomb
That bitch is on TikTok spreading scams
Thinking she’s a psychic, no bitch
You’re a fucking cyclopse
I rap and your ‘facts’ ain’t verified
Just to clarify, you’d be pretty scared if I
Was right next to you and looked you in the eye
I won’t lie, I’m typically a nice guy
But when you piss me off, I’ll do a lyrical driveby
I’d verbally murder a guy who’s got nine lives
He’d shoot and miss, I’d still be alive, I survived
I’ll take him out with one word, he’ll commit suicide
Jayus looks like a douch bag, frat, fag, lesbian cunt
Spreading psych ‘hacks’ and fake facts on TikTok
Tic tac toe, cunt, now you’re on the run
That apology was pretty sad
By that I mean it was pretty bad
Fake cry, excuses, didn’t apologize
If I was you, I’d rather die
I’m sitting by the mic writing rhymes
You’re sitting right beside the sidelines
I have some sick rhyme schemes
I’m a little fucked up and mean
When I deliver my lines, I’m left on seen
Wait, how exactly can that be
When I make a diss track, they come back to me
I catch flack, they attack back
I don’t miss with a single diss
I’m like the scatpack of rap
I’m the king of this lyrical shit
But I also sit around like a miserable bitch
Wait a minute, how can this shit be?
I sent a whole ass rap and got left on seen
That seems a little mean
Not a dictionary, it’s an indication
Like the implication from someone’s simple dictation
Not the eradication or molestation of a bunch of little kids
Instead, I’ll send you a simply worded invitation
I’ll be inclined to break some shins
That is if y’all keep it up with this idiotic shit
I’m at my limit, stop with this mumble bubble pop rock shit
Get rid of all the incoherent ghost written, uninspired garbage
Make those mumble fuck cunts retire and go to college
Put the mumble rap, hustle fag bitches back into storage
Make it solitary confinement, tell ‘em to rhyme orange
You could say some blonde chick was eating porridge
And orange juice in the morning while getting fucked in every oraphice
That blonde bitch looked just like a hooked fish if it had tits
And got cooked quick with the oven set to 456
Just like her mom, she’s a little whorish bitch
I fucked her mother, so I guess I’m a little stiff
Learning how to get this chick to suck my dick
That didn’t work, she put laxatives in my drink
Now I gotta shit bricks and she’s getting dicked
By a guy who tried to find the lines
Whether it’s coke or rap and choke
That faggot should lose all hope
I bet you’d be super stoked if I broke into your home
Grabbed your mobile phone, smashed it to bits and
Drove off, down the road to go home alone