[Verse 1]

Oh, God, oh, God, I'm Youtube rap G-O-D, take a knee and pray to me

I'm top one, fuck top five, I'm the one who made Dax die

Eagle-eye with the foresight, round one is a dog fight

And it got me thinking you could try to run

But the circle shrinking like Fortnite 'cause' I kill 'em all

Ooh, kill 'em, I kill 'em all, like the school-shooter when they mess with me

Bring an SMG to the lunch-hall, all the bodies that drop (BANG)

DizzyEight getting mopped, mumble raps could get rocked

Who the fuck wanna box? Just The Gawd?

VI Seconds turn to VI Minutes, (?) when I leave him tickin' like a clock

Batter rappers like Eazy-Mac I just microwave 'em and stop (Ha)

You the new Blindsight, I'm like John Cena

He can't see me, I'm Houdini, who's gonna beat me?

You all wishin', but you don't got, no blue genie

No magic carpet, just bikinis, you little bitches, ain't competing

I'm on top, and I'll always be, 'cause I'm not leaving

I'm the NoLifeShaq of rap, I react as fast as cats

I'm like CryptTheRapper when he's passing gas

Way too deadly, yeah, VI Sec gon' PMS, when he gets pegged by me like BMX

My MAC is lethal, yes

One piece of lead inserted in his bleeding chest

Can end up low, like Derrick Rose when on the Bulls

And tearing cartilage, bitch, I'm foul as Artemis, bitch, I'm marvelous

All I ever did was keep this shit three-hundred like the Spartans did!

I'm not party sent! I'm the fuckin' truth in the booth!

Bitch, I'm stronger than retarded kids!

The sky is darkening, so I just, uh

Entered a league of my own

I think I've become the G.O.A.T

Someone tell TomMacdonald that I'm number one

And Luke Gawne can never be cloned, no

Fuck I gotta do, to prove to you that

I've been workin' hard on my own? Won't, ever be sellin' my soul

If I gotta be the bad guy then so, be it

I'm villainous and well I got the metal man

You goin' against a renegade

I penetrate like bullets in a minivan

I hit 'em in the dome and then you're never gonna live again

A motherfuckin' killer, no ones iller

With the pen, or the pad

I offendin' 'em, yeah, them gettin' mad

I'm a lyrical assassin, never gonna lose to these YouTube women

In fact, I'm finna spread them cheeks like a car crash

And hit it from the back!

One time for the motherfuckers who doubted me

Two times for all the nights that I used to get paid hourly

Three times for the silly rappers on YouTube who are bout' to be

Incinerated when I drop the bomb like Kim Jong

Yo, VI just wait!

Part II

[Verse 2]

Oh god...

Huh

Never did it for the love?

Tell the critics take a suck

On these mothafuckin' nuts

Bitch I am number one, pencil is a number two

What does that make you?

You ain't even number three

More like Dax, you ain't even in the league

Those are facts, I'll expose your phony ass like yoga pants

Sick enough to make 2Pac need a vaccine, like a flu shot

Sippin' liquor like a double barrel at one time, takin' two shots

The fuck I gotta do to prove to you that

I've been working hard and steady?

Jumping through the fuckin' hula hoops

And you've been cuttin' corners

Like Kylie Jenner- when her booty grew- a little hooty-hoo

Ho- howdy doo- doh- grody dude- in a lousy mood- yo-

On the mic- I- make a hit like I'm Albert Pu'!

I'll, swing from the top!

React like SimbaThaGod!

No, Shaq' give a finger to Ja!

King of hip-hop

When I get to writing with a pen, I'm out of pen

Hit 'em with the damn ink when I lock, sink it, a shot

So effortlessly, the best MC on YouTube

Yes, I be like a girl with an STD, nobody wanna fuck with me!

Like a bed, I've been slept on

But not today, better wake up

Cause' classes are in session

Luke Gawne the professor

Bout' to teach ya'll that lesson

MCs get schooled when I hand out a detention

A suspension to this henchman

Uh, used to write raps in the basement

Now I be rockin' the stages

I went from nothin' to somethin', fuck what you came with

Used to get minimum wage

Had patience, now I get paid to say shit

Used to be anxious, now I'm elated, cause' I'm the greatest

That is no longer debated

Once upon a time, I was a little kid chillin'

Tryna feast out of raps of the homies on the block

Laughingstock, but the rap wasn't hot

Got knocked down, but I popped right back up

In the game like a mothafuckin' jack-in-the-box

Haters ask me to stop, but I got this shit on lock

Ya'll been back on your bullshit, I been back on the top

[Bridge]

Does not stop, until the day the sky falls

And bombs drop, I'ma be the last one

That's on top, you're never gonna get me to go, woah, no

Cause' I'ma live (Uh!) to die (Uh!) in this throne

[Verse 3]

Bitch I'ma die at the throne

I got the heart of a lion, Mufasa, and also the brain of a G.O.A.T

Competition be birdbrained little mermaid

With rhyme patterns of first-graders

No mercy, to this motherfucker

Just dirt-graves as I persuade, your fan-base that you're last place!

Boo-hoo, I hurt bae, go cry about it when I knock you out

And yell, "Worldstar" no band-aid, better run forest like Tom Hanks

In a damn race, dim shine like lampshades

To VI who snitches like he's 6ix9ine, ya'll are rap fakes

I'm fuckin' bitches in real life

While you jerkin' off in your man cave to that anime

Radical, cut your head off like ISIS, I'm Caliphate

Decapitate, your headspace, in an alleyway

Using masking tape, to wrap the face

Then I put it in the back of an Escalade, and I drive away

Cause' I'm, here to body anybody who was thinkin'

It was gonna be competitive, you're fuckin' with the number one

I'm better than the rest, I'm never gonna diss anyone

And mothafuckin' irrelevant rappers are bout' to get hit

With the Eminem emission benefit for the enemy nemesis

When enterin' in my element killin' rap on the internet

Could never get better than me, the best MC on YouTube

Yes I be...

[Outro]

And, oh, yeah

Ayo Seconds

The chances of me, losing in this battle to you?

Are less than the chances of Caitlyn Jenner going back to Bruce