Fart Beat (Diss on the Boys) [feat. Paxx & Lil P]
Ayo, fuck all these guys
Fuck them all
Fuck Alex, fuck Dallas, fuck Nolin, fuck Jerry, fuck-
Not fuck Devin, I love Devin
Talk about the milk boy, your mom is a MILF, boy
Hit it from the back, I'm a mother fucking playboy
You ain't ever employed, get you some coin boy
You a fucking soy boy, aye
Big boy sucking on big cocks
Fucker from NY the Bronx
Head full of rocks, he ain't got no brains
He ain't get no gains, he ain't get no bitches
He's sitting on the benches at all of his games
Bitch with a bowl cut, I ain't gotta say much
He flames himself, all the girl in disgust
I stay with big bucks, giving no fucks
Now I'm on the track, you've run out of luck
I stay strapped while you stay strapped on
Can't even sit when your girlfriend is gone
Ah get fucked
Nolin's a fucking simp
And Jerry stinks
Nolin's a simp for his girlfriend who fucks his ass
Dallas a twink and he looks like a muskrat
Jerry's a wimp and at games yeah he eats the grass
Alex you think you're the shit but you're into that
Breaking all these ankles like I'm O-B-fuckin-J
Shaking like I'm Jerry when Alex says hey (Hey babe)
Faking being straight when he fruity and he gay (Gay)
Nothing wrong with that just come out man, hey (We'll support you)
About to go fucking in, man you guys are not relevant
Not popular, prevalent, I'm so sick I need medicine
But y'all gone need bed rest
Y'all babies need breast feed
Check
Check, one
One, two
Stepping in on the track
Think it's wack till you find out who it is that I'm talking about
Yes you, not him, not her, not them, then, there-
And you see who I'm calling out
But I'm coming straight from the brain
I'm bringing you in on the pain
A to the R, D to the E, J to the F, N to the C
With the videos games, calling all the names
Going insane in the membrane
So dumb you think Yoda's last name layheehoo (Yodelayheehoo)
Haven't been here long, but I stay here strong
Isn't anything that I'm scratching on
Yo ho ho
Now you got too much dip on your chip
Lil P and I'm out
Wait, wait, wait
How the fuck did we leave out Devin?
Man I don't know but we gotta say something
Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin
Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin
Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin
Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin
Man Devin we didn't really mean that we're sorry
But you know what, fuck Justin too for not even being here
And even worse, fuck Lanty for not even showing up for the pictures
We're out
Fuck them all
Fuck Alex, fuck Dallas, fuck Nolin, fuck Jerry, fuck-
Not fuck Devin, I love Devin
Talk about the milk boy, your mom is a MILF, boy
Hit it from the back, I'm a mother fucking playboy
You ain't ever employed, get you some coin boy
You a fucking soy boy, aye
Big boy sucking on big cocks
Fucker from NY the Bronx
Head full of rocks, he ain't got no brains
He ain't get no gains, he ain't get no bitches
He's sitting on the benches at all of his games
Bitch with a bowl cut, I ain't gotta say much
He flames himself, all the girl in disgust
I stay with big bucks, giving no fucks
Now I'm on the track, you've run out of luck
I stay strapped while you stay strapped on
Can't even sit when your girlfriend is gone
Ah get fucked
Nolin's a fucking simp
And Jerry stinks
Nolin's a simp for his girlfriend who fucks his ass
Dallas a twink and he looks like a muskrat
Jerry's a wimp and at games yeah he eats the grass
Alex you think you're the shit but you're into that
Breaking all these ankles like I'm O-B-fuckin-J
Shaking like I'm Jerry when Alex says hey (Hey babe)
Faking being straight when he fruity and he gay (Gay)
Nothing wrong with that just come out man, hey (We'll support you)
About to go fucking in, man you guys are not relevant
Not popular, prevalent, I'm so sick I need medicine
But y'all gone need bed rest
Y'all babies need breast feed
Check
Check, one
One, two
Stepping in on the track
Think it's wack till you find out who it is that I'm talking about
Yes you, not him, not her, not them, then, there-
And you see who I'm calling out
But I'm coming straight from the brain
I'm bringing you in on the pain
A to the R, D to the E, J to the F, N to the C
With the videos games, calling all the names
Going insane in the membrane
So dumb you think Yoda's last name layheehoo (Yodelayheehoo)
Haven't been here long, but I stay here strong
Isn't anything that I'm scratching on
Yo ho ho
Now you got too much dip on your chip
Lil P and I'm out
Wait, wait, wait
How the fuck did we leave out Devin?
Man I don't know but we gotta say something
Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin
Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin
Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin
Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin, Fuck Devin
Man Devin we didn't really mean that we're sorry
But you know what, fuck Justin too for not even being here
And even worse, fuck Lanty for not even showing up for the pictures
We're out
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Writer(s): Reece Rowan
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