[Verse 1]

I jerked off in some weed and then I sold it to T'

With the guys, cookin' fries, we stay up in Mickey D's

I just took a fucking shit, then I rubbed it on my feet

I only did it 'cause Nate told me that he'd pay me twenty Gs

By the way, his nudes got leaked

Taeghan, wipe your butt, you reek

Michael B. Jordan on my screen so I nutted in my sheets

Now I've got yogurt all up in my jeans

Taeghan's gotta stop fuckin' on teens

Heard Nate said that he's the best, but I gotta disagree

I just jumped out the gym, hella booted with my twin

Tomasso showed me his butt and I told him "Start diggin'"

Evann, quit talkin' 'fore I kick you in the shin

Taeghan dick gobblin', boutta nut up on his chin

And I'm way to high for this shit, you can call me back in a minute

Tomasso, thumb in asshole, massive toe, for the win

Haley passed me the remote, so you know it's gotta spin

When your verses come on I skip that shit, like I'm Tim

Taeghan's after that sack, like a linebacker

Nate's a big fan of White Lives Matter

I heard that he's got a butt-fattener

Tomasso's butt's agitated, like The Trapper

Ruby better shut the fuck up, or I might smack her

Taeghan's always talkin' 'bout "Would You Rather"s

Haley's got shitty taste, like The Grabber

I'm the captain of this shit, fuck William Shatner

[Verse 2]

Nate in his room naked; I had to barge in

Josh getting changed; stalk him like my name’s-

Ghost face you know I’m stalkin’ him

Natenate asleep, put my cock in him (Cock in him)

'Masso broke his Baker

Nate’s got a caker

Josh ricks are faker

Nate’s a repeater

Josh is a beater

Tomasso whacking it on a totter-teeter

Last functions are Diddy parties

Nate in a thong like Carti

"Doot-doola-doot-doo” Bitch, I’m Nardy

Nate eat burritos he farty

Jo- Jo- Josh got a wet ass pussy like Cardi

He hangin’ with old dudes like he’s Marty

Twenty minutes late cause Chris-Moh’s tardy

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

Grab Nate’s balls it’s the golden snitch

Tomasso fuck you, you’re a little bitch

Nate and Josh gay; Cam and Mitch

I just stuck my dick in a sandwich

Tech Deck in your ass, better pull it out

Nate in a dead horse, he not pulling out

What’s hard to say ten times? Bitch, Jouch

Jouch Jouch, Jouch, Jouch, Jouch, Jouch, Jouch, Jouch, Jouch, Jouch

Josh fix your posture, bitch, you’ve got a slouch

You’ve got cheese ‘cause you’re a little mouse

I’m here rapping inside your house

[Verse 3]

T’ on my meat; must be tender

His verse sounds like a dog in a blender

Let me guess; you barely even know her?

Fuck Tomasso, fuck the left-handers

Josh, shave the stash; you look like Flanders

Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it?

I spin the block with my left hand, now I spin the block with my right hand

Broke boy want a camera man; shit’s funny ‘cause you got no bands

Raps startin’ when you hit advance

Raps not over, now hit a dance

Hit The Slime, baby, hit The Slime

"Basement Nate, can you hit The Slime?”

C’mon, baby, now call my line

Run this song into over time

Taeghan’s balding when he in his prime

He laughing like he commit a crime

Josh the crossdresser; nail polish

In Web Design with 2hollis

Taeghan got cheese like his name is Wallace

‘Boutta super-smash the J-man

“Ooga booga,” like a caveman

Belly-hole got more lint than a dustpan

Tomasso whiter than a snowman

Ironic ‘cause you in the Klan

Your wife’s getting fucked by a mailman

Louis V’ with minimum wage

When life give’s you lemons, make lemonade

When six gives you seven, I bait on your rage

Taeghan slept with a girl that’s underage

Tomasso on IG; I gooned to his page (Huh, ha)