[Intro: Denace]

Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?

Please stand up?

[Verse 1: Denace]

Hey Saint Nicholas

Merry Christmas

And my condolences

Sorry to interrupt your avocado toast and guacamole chips

You white bitch

Nice clique, that’s so cute

I haven't seen a boy band dance like that since '02 (Bye, bye, bye)

America's got talent, but you don't, poor you

Nice black and white video, Nick

You broke, dude? (Uh..)

By the way, that invitation you sent to my address

Got caught in my junk mail

Punk fagg—

Let me calm down

Before I start spazzin' batshit

And dropping rappers faster that lean and xanax tablets

Oh shit, I'm screaming, sorry, Nick

But you need more than your panhandlers

To get Marshall to lower his damn standards

So here's Stan

I'll let Mariah Carrey my orgasm

On her face, now that's nuts

Like your acting

I just ordered food and one of your rappers DoorDashed me

And asked for the tip

I didn't know what he meant so I gave him the dick

Blew him a kiss, then hocked a loogie 'n spit

Onto Conceited, midget little groupie bitch (Hahaha)

Okay, Stanley

You need to relax 'fore you relapse

Conceited throwing fists around

Everyone cover your kneecaps!

Look over your shoulder, Nick

That's your career, it's over, Nick

It's so ridiculous the way you still hope and spit

I slowly drip

The passion of the holy ghost

And you're just holy shit

[Bridge: Denace]

Give me a second

Let me pray for him

Okay, we're done

Let's get back to it

[Verse 2: Spencer Sharp]

You know what rhymes with Charlie Clips?

What?

Garbage bin

What else?

MTV's cast member with the largest tits (Oh)

You ain't got the heart for this

Seriously, it's shaking like Parkinson's

Every bar he spits

Sounds like a retarded bitch

Gargling a jar of jizz

But enough of this fat fuck Clips

Someone better tell Nick back up, quick

'Fore I slash that wrist

With an axe and split

That turban on his head

Cause I rack up wins

Never heard a song so possibly dog shit

Honestly, can you stop it? (Yeah)

He claims there's a video suckin' a dick

He is just mad that it's not his (Bitch)

You a C-tier level urban celeb

On Percocet meds that have burned through ya head

AIDS? You should be making a documentary on Mariah's herpes instead

You got Suge, that's not good

Everybody knows that pussy works for the feds

I could get more truth from a flat-earther with dreads who only surfs on the web

Oh wow, you a violent shooter?

Stop lying now or I'ma lose it

And take a shot of Jack like I am Kubrick

And shove a pool stick inside of you, Nick

Why? Just for my amusement

I like to do it, my mind is ruined

Why? 'Cause I'm influenced

By Mariah's wine and nitrous cool whip

Talking 'bout guns like I ain't got none

What you think I sold 'em all?

That's like saying, "Whoa, you're tall!"

To Conceited, we all know it's false

Aye yo, hold up, dawg

Who's that hoe you got?

Justina? I just seen ya

And honestly though you was just Cena (Haha)

Plus you can't flow at all

Follow protocol and find a pro to call

Because overall it is over (Aww)

You airheaded fake fuck slut

You suck and will never blow up, doll

C'mon, Nick, what's the formula, bro?

Someone please call boredom control

How did you cook up the corniest show

And the hardest dude on it is Corey Charron?

I'll stab him in the orbital bone with a fork and throw rope

Over this dork's sorcerer stone

Enough of this

Y'all need to hang it up, cunt like abortion at home

[Outro: Denace]

Aye, yo, stop this whack beat

Looks like Charlie grew up and ate the whole chocolate factory

This dude's on the feed more than Hannah Stocking's ass cheeks

Ayo

That's an awfully hot coffee pot

Here's an army shot at Charlie's top

Nick, he threw me a hail mary

You're not even partly 'Pac

I wonder how many mollies popped in the parking lot

Before you came to ruin your career, like Papa Doc

And also, fuck you Chris D'Elia

I'm kidding, man

I think you're funny

Uhm, just invite me to your podcast