Third @ - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Say on Skibidi)

(Tohara on the beat, so you know it's 10)

[Verse 1: Lil Clit]

I'll cook a fucking ranga, make some gingerbread

Thought I was gonna let you get away with what you said?

When we done with you, you'll be fucking dead

"Please end the beef" That's what you fucking pled

Sounds like a pussy ranga, is getting fucking scared

I understand though, the Clit is something to be feared

I'll cook a fucking ranga, make some gingerbread (put em on the news huh, put him on the news)

Ay Clit, make some gingerbread

Alright bet, I'll make somе gingerbread

Oh y'all want some orangе juice? Fuck a truce

Because I'll blend a ginger, put em on the news

That Cupid FIFTHY FIFHTY shit is gay as hell (Slay)

You said your own girl is fucking ugly? That shit's rats as hell

I only eat chips with palm oil since it leaves orangutangs in the soil

(Fuck orangutangs)

[Verse 2: Lil Clit]

(Cyrus, unleash your aura)

I come from Oakland, West Coast, ay, I do this for my hood (for the Bay)

Stop the beef? What, you really thought I would? (ay)

Why's your girl always eating? She'd eat you if she could (ay)

But enough about your girl, let's take a look at you

I'd rather not, because, damn, you look like poo

You're an ugly fucking ranga, no one likes you

You better wear a condom, because having a kid would be cruel

Because of your features, they'd be bullied throughout school

Californian Crip, ay, I through a C

Red head my prey, I'm EDP

Unrelated, but I gotta say, fuck Zachary

We roll up and smoke up, Jacob's family tree

I flew to Japan so I didn't have to see your ass

Mila took one look at your ass and said pass

Yung Clit, Yung Clit, Yung Clit

Shit I'm sick of this shit, I'll get my- one of my goons on you, Peter, go freestyle real quick

[Act II]

[Verse 3: Peter, Lil Clit]

Ay, nigga (Skibidi) (Fuck em up, fuck em up, fuck em up)

Fuck (Gyatt)

What's up nigga?

(Tohara, she's only 15)

Fuck Jacob (Fuck Jacob)

He has ginger hair (Ew)

And hes ugly (On Skibidi)

He's ugly (On Skibidi)

His girlfriend smells bad, and he's stinky (Ablbablablalba)

He's ugly

And he smells like shit

And hes ginger

What the fuck?

Ugly nigga

Stupid hoe

Ginger hair

[Verse 4: Peter]

(Peter, cook this beat)

He lives in the big mansion too

And he got good wifi

And the unlimited snacks

And jacuzzi, like lil uzi

And he's ginger, cause his girlfriend looks ugly

Stevie sucks

Stevie Wonder

I wouldn't want to see that hoe

Smells like Geronimo, what? (blbablablalba) (This is for Joel)

What the fuck?

Oh shit

Nigga

Skibidi, Skibidi toilet, Duke Dennis

Emily Hutchins threw me under the bus (stupid stupid bitch)

What the fuck

Uhh, nigga

He got the big mansion

And he got the unlimited video games

And the fantastic wifi (Type shit)

And he lives with his third @ (Nah for real)

And she's really ugly

She sucks (Say on Skibidi)

Stevie's ugly, fuck Jacob, Rinesh take the beat (fuck jacob)

(put em on the news, huh)

[Act III]

[Verse 5: Rinesh]

(Tohara, molest those drums)

I'm a young nigga, rich nigga, Jacob you a bitch nigga

I don't fuck with no little hoe ass snitch nigga

Man why'd you have to switch, nigga? (Water pod)

Tohara had to pop out for this beat switch, nigga

Your miss so clapped (Ginger) looking like my left nut

On some real shit, hoe ass slut, on some real shit, came on her butt, on some real shit, God looking at that forehead and he said he can't fix shit

Man I feel bad, I really do, cause I'm about to cook an ugly ass ginger like you

Said to meet IRL, and you ain't finna do shit, but imma be real, I don't wanna scrap, don't confuse shit

Man, hop on the mic and it's over, Stevie got that strap on, and she telling you to bend that ass over

Running out of luck, better start praying you find a four leaf clover

Because when I'm done with you nigga, there won't be shit that's left over (wuaggh wuagh)

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 6: Rinesh]

(Rinesh, my glorious king)

Guns banging, money clanging, beats making their head ranging

On god, Imma kill shit, yeah, I crash out just to feel shit

On my mama, thats some real shit, yeah some real shit, yeah some real shit

Pull up, Jacob, we kill shit, we kill shit, we kill shit, nigga

Us and Jacob like Pac and Biggie, we have a fucking face off

Jacob so ugly, I wanna rip his fucking face off

Acne on your face, bitch, you look like a fungus

I killed this beat, so I can handle any ginger that fuck with us

Deathgrip on my cock, I think it's filling up with puss, nigga (Ew, what the fuck?)

On Skibidi, nigga, on Skibidi, nigga

On Skibidi, i put that on Skibidi, nigga

Grimace, Grimace, Grimace, shake that ass

Jacob, Jacob, is a nigga, he's a nigga, Jacob is a nigga, Jacob is a nigga, a nigga, a nigga, Jacob is a nigga, a nigga, a nigga (Married his third @)

Nah, but like, on some real shit, Jacob, nigga your miss is clapped. like come on bro

Plenty more fish in the sea, and you got your ass a blob fish, my nigga

Like come on bro, her personality must be crazy, like come on bro (Tell em, nigga)

Like, if you think about it- if you really think about it, I'm really out here to help bro

Oh, and uh, by the way, uh, fuck you nigga, bitch ass nigga

(Tohara, you slayed this beat)