[Intro]

What up boys and girls, ha, ha, ha, welcome to the one and only diss track, let's go

[Verse 1]

Time to get at this child throwing tantrums, it's gross

Watch me spread Jelly thin like Nutella, he toast

I've never seen a pussy with 3 dogs, what a misplacement

In his girl's parent's basement, still wearing K-Swiss

Playing video games, bringing home turkey bacon

Found in green onesies, baby bottle adjacent

Yelling, we heard him, crying, we heard him

Kicking, screaming and throwing shit, please somebody burp him

A rugrat with a Frito-Lay chip on his shoulder

Mad at my success that I'm spittin' like cobras

Got promoted on his job from Dreamcast to Genesis

Smoking brown cannabis, swallowing danimals

He know he can't touch me, I'm quick on my feet

I double dutch on the dutchie, annoying the ugly duckling

Shorter than ya' cash you make from mashing buttons

Diaper change needed, you shittin' a storm cussin'

[Hook]

I know two hoes, Jelly and Slogo

Trash in the ozone, two of my children

Two bummy bozos, so what you wanna do

I got two weak links in my crew

Two bowls in a public restroom

And I'm taking a deuce, ain't no making a truce

I gotta son y'all

[Post-Hook]

Jelly and Slogoman I'm coming for ya' boy, get ready

[Verse 2]

Josh be trippin' off the money I acquire

Always late, sucks at video games, ugly attire

My advice is stay away before your dog becomes astray

Think you're smart, but your IQ, lower than brakes

Why you wanna play with me, you suck at video games

Put ya' whole style to shame, my wild again

Slogoman or Pinocchio man

All ya' lies having money higher than mine, that's a no-no man

Always brag about your English traits, meet me in the states

For a cup of tea, you don't wanna fuck with me

I'm dapper in luxury, you leasing

I'm Rolls Royce breathing, you half decent

Pushing a black Prius, I pack a punch to slap defense

Hella' honeys rejected you last weekend

You're a Paramecium, you bore me to death

I stop you mid sentence, horrible breath

Since red is ya' favorite color, .44 to ya' chest

[Hook x3]

I know two hoes, Jelly and Slogo

Trash in the ozone, two of my children

Two bummy bozos, so what you wanna do

I got two weak links in my crew

Two bowls in a public restroom

And I'm taking a deuce, ain't no making a truce

I gotta son y'all

I know two hoes, Jelly and Slogo

Trash in the ozone, two of my children

Two bummy bozos, so what you wanna do

I got two weak links in my crew

Two bowls in a public restroom

And I'm taking a deuce, ain't no making a truce

I know two hoes, Jelly and Slogo

Trash in the ozone, two of my children

Two bummy bozos, so what you wanna do

I got two weak links in my crew

Two bowls in a public restroom

And I'm taking a deuce, ain't no making a truce

I gotta son y'all