[Part I]

[Verse]

Yeah

Eating spicy food so much, you fuckin' up the bathroom?

Damn, your vids convinced me that you're sped, bitch, go back to a classroom

Yeah, heard you dropped some shitty merch?

Fuck dude, that's some bad news

Yeah, you dropped a diss, it didn't hit

So now I'm in a bad mood

Yeah, I'm convinced you might be gay the way you suck them pickles

You look like you enjoy being tickled

You wanna be fiddled

You try to step up like you a big dog

Bitch now get belittled

I hop on a beat and cook you up like a fuckin' McGriddle

Only sold like five pieces of merch, bro, you're irrelevant

Uh

You keep making brainrot vids 'cause you need relevance

Yeah, you had to close your merch store cause it flopped

I got the evidence

You live in Israel

I'll drop a bomb on you

Let's call the president

Yeah, you said that you hated Vesh and you were gonna sue

If I had a fuckin' penis nose I'll probably be mad too

Fuck your merch, I burnt that shit

You want the proof?

Go check the Tube

You talk shit online to Packgod, but in calls you'll be on mute

[Part II]

[Verse]

You keep wasting food, huh, and it's sad as fuck

Damn

You on Packgod's dick

Huh, you must wanna fuck

Damn

You don't get no hoes

Huh, you a fucking cuck

Damn having you as a brother it must fucking suck, huh

Make your sisters call you "daddy"

Interesting

You're not only a spice king, a modern-day Epstein

I'm sorry for your parents had to raise you, that's depressing

You're always on that phone, hope it's not minors that you're texting

Damn

Always in my comments, yeah, and you be talkin' shit

Claimed you "bodied me", sorry to tell you, you ain't "bodied" shit

If the word "gay" had a face you're the embodiment

Damn, I'ma slap you if you eat another taki, bitch

Makin' weird jokes about your sisters, yeah you're fuckin' sick

The only English word they know is "daddy" 'cause this fuckin' prick

Yeah, you need Packgod, that's why you be suckin' dick

Why the fuck do you pucker your lips like that in all your pics?

This right here is the death of a spice king

Diss me back, shit, that's highly unlikely

Wouldn't be surprised if it's a dildo in your bedroom

I'm praying for your sister, I just hope that they're not getting groomed

You're making spicy vids while your country's getting fuckin' nuked

I hope I wake up one day and find out they just nuked you

Fuck Spizee, yeah, this shit is way deeper than YouTube

You should've never dropped that diss, bitch now it's fuck you

[Part III]

[Verse]

I taught you how to swear, your vids were ass as fuck

Huh

Bro really watched one Ryth vid and now he think he tough

Flexing in your diss like you got bands, bitch, you ain't got no bucks

Suckin' on the pickle like a dick

Yeah you a faggot fuck

As soon as you touched the mic

I knew that shit was gon' be mid

Shit was so damn ass, huh, I almost jumped from a bridge

Know your ass on fire from the spices fuckin' up the toilet

Merch was so damn ass, they closed the store, bitch, you're a disappointment

Huh

Please tell the world the truth, your girlfriend is 17

Used to be a spice king, now you're mini Epstein

You're gay, a weird fuck, and a failure, bitch, you're everything

Yeah, dropping diss tracks, bitch, go teach your sister English

Huh

The only English word they know is "daddy", Mr. Penis

Huh yeah

Your new nickname, "Mr. Penis", bitch lets peep that nose

Huh

We can't bring you 'round the hoes or the fuckin' bros

Tryna sue Vesh, now you on his dick

Please pick a struggle, bro

Droppin' nukes in this diss track, like they drop on your country

Prayin' for your girlfriend

You look like Ukraine's Ted Bundy

I know that you're jealous of me, I got all this fuckin' money

You dropped a diss, all I did was laugh, that shit was fuckin' funny