[Verse 1: PACKGOD]

Ay, Ghostface a bitch, I heard he dissin’ the best

Been stompin’ bitches for less since I kicked it with Leg

This null and Void slayer roleplayer ain't no danger

Best switch up your tone around me, I ain't talking voice changers

Went from calling Becker to being at directors’ beck and call, ho

The imposter of this imposter probably spittin’ better off dome

Bitches keep giving you films although nobody want mo'

They turned this invasive pest to a tap-dancing cockroach

Using the same weapons and methods, just in different settings

I got a premise, all your films be the same premise on a different premise

It's a waste how you be spendin’ all these seconds building tension with suspension

To reveal you only did it for attention

And for vengeance-filled obsession cause your mommy didn't claim you

I'd do it too if I was the biggest Mockery that ain't Stu

Still can't see that Sid don't want you ever since your debut

So you got shot by Cox, fitting they got Skeet to play you

[Interlude: Packgod, Ghostface]

Hello?

I heard you was 5 foot 1, dead boy

What?

I see you wearing stilts right now. What ya need em for?

Where did you g- get this information?

[Verse 2: Ghostface]

Hehehehe… well let’s just say

I'm the only one watching you over the age of 8

I can see why when you roast, you always Star 67 them

You look like One Punch could make you hide your face forever, bitch

Face it, you only dissed the Doctor for respect and views

From your server where child porn’s running rampant, too

Looks like the only pedophile that you aren’t happy to

Make revenue off with your shitty diss tracks is YOU

You wanna be gassed up, Elias

‘Til I blow your house up with you and your mom inside it

Because you’d rather look for victims than look for a new house

Packing everything except your bags so you can move out

Cut your call short, make this grown man cry

You can ask my victims if I can land lines

But if you still wanna fight

Put down that phone little bitch, I’m outside

[Interlude: Packgod, Stasious]

He hehe… Oh Ghostface…. you vulnerable-white-woman chasing, voice-changing, 17-year-old preying, murder-mystery-plot regurgitating little BOY. Your flattened head wouldn't be able to comprehend the bars I'm about to spit if your brain was the size of Wes Craven’s tumor… (Packgod man… you gotta calm down… it's not worth it-) IF YOU DON'T SHUT YO-

[Verse 3: PACKGOD]

CHICKEN PASTE KITCHEN STEAK ON A DINNER PLATE

INTERSTATE CLOUDS GETTIN GRAY, BOY ITS FINNA RAIN

ASS UP, WITH YO MR BEAST CHICKEN WING MIX-ED BREED

WITH A CENTIPEDE AND A MR BEAN LEGO PIECE LOOKING AHH BOY

THE SPACE COUNCIL CONSIDERS YO BREATH A COSMIC INTRUDER

YO MOMS ON A MENTAL HEALTH BREAK AS A YAOI COMIC REVIEWER

BOY YOU GET PAID IN QUICKSAND TO STOMP ON FROGS IN THE SEWER

THE GIRLS IN HIGH SCHOOL USED TO CALL YOU THE COCKROACH CONNOISSEUR

DIRTY ASS, YOU WENT VIRAL ON YOUTUBE FOR CHANTING GAY SLURS IN ZULU

SO YO DAD WALKED IN YO ROOM AND SHOT YO PET BEETLE NAMED HULU

I'M REALLY PACKIN YO WHOLE CHICKEN BONE WITH A RADIO

AND A BROKEN PHONE AND AN EMPTY HOME AND A HALF AND WHOLE JALAPENO

SNOWCONE CHROMOSOME IN THE ZONE DOG BONE WITH A LOAN, HOBO

EARLOBE HANGING LOW TO THE FLOOR WHAT'S THE CODE? I DONT KNOW AHH, BOY

YOUR GYMNAST STUDIED THE PHYSICS OF DOING KICKFLIPS ON A STICK SHIFT

NOW IM PACKIN AND FLAPPIN AND DABBIN AND ZAPPIN YO ASS, SO SHUT YO MR. CROCKER ASS-

[Verse 4: Ghostface]

If I stabbed you in your kidneys

And skewed you like pig meat, how would you go down in history?

The shrimp who would do anything to seem like he's a big thing?

Like whore out his dignity like he mothered FUCKING Sidney?

You think you're cleaning out scum by being embarrassing

But you won't spend a single second cleaning out your hair grease

So how about I cleave those fucking limbs off your little bones

And watch you try to script your new Ghostface packing video

You blew up and your ego had your interests turning inwards

You should've stayed as big as your days of saying the N word

But now, I got this bitch rapping worse than Opera GX could

And wishing that he stayed at home, taking leaves out of Leafy’s book

The question’s still unanswered: What happened to his victims?

I'll do you all a favor and spare you the 10 minutes

His only victim is him and his image to other people

Immortalized as just his high school bully phase’s sequel