[Part I: iShowSpeed Diss Track]

[Intro: Ray Charles, PACKGOD]

Hit the road Jack, and don'cha come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack (Come on), and don'cha come back (Come on)

No more—

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Now I'm finna-gonna get up on this motherfuckin' crack-head streamer tryna scam his fans

Bitch call himself iShowSpeed, stop tryna show us yo' underpants

Boy really got famous for barking at people and doing a Fortnite dance

This dude let a crypto scam spread his asshole open for a hundred grand

Damn sellout

You failin' to handle the disses I shell out

Boy tried to mic up with me in his V.C. 'til he started crying and got ran the hell out

Ain't nobody give a fuck about, "Sui"

GTA stripper, you shakin' yo' booty

Your facetimes with Adin be gettin' mad fruity

Your music is more poorly written than Luffy

Bitch, why you screamin'? It got yo' fans creamin'

This man lookin' like he's possessed by a demon

You dated a man and could not even keep him

Yo' dad came on stream and then gave you a beatin'

Wanna fuck on Ronaldo but can't even meet him

Can't ever see him, your hopes getting blurry

Barkin' at shit, you a closeted furry

Nappy ass hair, man, them dreads lookin' dirty

Bro lost a damn private jet to a high five

That is the saddest shit I've seen in my life

Swear this bitch think he the wolf off of Twilight

Playin' with Adin's balls, NFL highlights

[Bridge]

Yeah, lil' bitch, now I'm switchin' the beat up

Look like pre-k when yo' fans have a meetup (Yeah)

Get to the blazin', this shit's finna heat up (Yeah)

How yo' name "Speed" but you strugglin' to keep up?

Know what, fuck this shit, Adin Ross, now I'm on yo' head

Still owe me 3K from that talent show, bitch

[Part II: Adin Ross Diss Track]

[Verse]

I am not done with you

Fuck yo' lil' chat, you ain't gettin no W's

Clout chasin' friends, yeah, that's why they all fuck with you

Shit's gettin' old, man, we've all seen enough of you

All these girls on yo' stream but not one gettin' under you

It's time you get checked, I ain't talkin' no Elon

Andrew Tate's dick only place that you be on

If Bronny ain't came to yo' motherfuckin' life we all know that the sidewalk is where you would sleep on

Flowin' semi-automatic, put you in a packet

You a gamblin' addict, fat, you look asthmatic

Hoppin' dick like a rabbit, this shit fuckin' tragic

You a little maggot, shut up, bitch

Yeah, like, how you 22 but lookin' 38?

You scam yo' fans, you makin' millies off of stake

You sold yo' soul to be they little fuckin' puppet

Get a shirt and cover up your fuckin' gullet

Yeah, beat him like a beatbox, bitch I need a detox

Adin got the Top G gettin' in his G-spot

Runnin' like some Rebooks, gettin' fucked by Zias

Losin' track of all the rappers that you've tried to beat off

Bitch, bitch, yeah, better get me my 3K

Told him to run that shit back like a relay

Entire comedic appeal is to be gay

Lately yo' vids bombin' harder than D-day

Yo' brain cells be harder to locate than Ceeday

Bitch you is more of a sellout than EA

Yo' sister be playin' with balls, call her, "D Wade"

Damn, she nasty

PACKGOD, motherfucker can't catch me

You rollin' on the dick, Rick Astley

Spit fire but these bitches can't match me