[Intro: Shwabadi]

V2 here we go again boys

I'm surrounded by goats bro, let's get it

[Verse 1: Shwabadi]

(Yeah yeah) Man, look out, there's a bear in the booth

And he's boutta say some wild shit, scaring the youth

Money stacked so high, got an aerial view

Try to tell me I ain't rich? Homie, where is the proof?

Homie, where is the proof? Man, the proof's in the pudding

Tryna catch me slipping like I'm losing my footing

Got the tool, I'm untucking. Got em' moving, they're ducking

Try to bite? Leave 'em shocked likе a blueberry muffin (thought it was chocolate!)

Man-Eatеr Bug, flip summon

Like a blind girl hookup, boy, they never saw me coming

Yeah, that line bout the toolie might have just been Badi bluffing

But I bet you'll find out soon if you gon keep on yappin', youngin

Back to the music, I'm sick of the violence

Back to the stu, never finished with grinding

Back to the macking, I'm back to the sack

'Cause I'm banging a baddie and bagging the finest

Ugh, this shit is nasty

Don't play my tracks when in front of your family

I don't like rapping bout fighting and battery

But some days I wanna go curbstomp a Nazi

Don't @ me, my notifs are full

I'm a beast, act sheepish I'm running your wool

All my contacts are artists been bumping since school

In fact, here comes one now, ayo, Dan Bull

[Verse 2: Dan Bull]

I’m a little bit braggy, a little bit saucy

My willy’s even bigger than a horsey

Not a horse’s willy but an actual horse

From the head to the tail, from the shaft to the balls

Leave a gap in the track for a pause

...Note the lack of applause

Ha, but of course, I’m used to it

It’s the children that are wrong if they don’t choose to consume my shit

Coprophilia’s not the prettiest

Topic really if pop’s your area

So cop a feel of this plop, hilarious!

“Stop the prurience!” What? I’m serious

That’s the problem, that’s what Ed Sheeran is

Not fulfilling in his pop career

He’s just profiteering of non-manure

Related topics here and mopping up the millions

Hmph! And I’m not here for it

We need more songs full of cocks and urine in them

Lots of sperm in them, like cubicle walls

In toilet blocks in Birmingham, too many balls

Get a mop, detergent and get cleaning the floor

Because we’ve got an urgent... I don't know what I mean any more

Sorry, I just followed the stream of my consciousness

And I clearly really need a psychologist

Please accept my deepest apologies

For wrecking the track Shwabadi, I acknowledge this

But at least I’m not misreading politics

Like that wally Tom bleeding MacDonald is

I’m going regret saying this 'cause of his

Toxic fanbase and that but seriously what a div

Danny B, Rustage, Connor Q, and Shwabadi

My anime family rapping up a cabaret

We’re serving y’all, call it cabernet

Who’d thought a bunch of nerds indoors would come to form a caliphate?

That’s a hell of an elaborate way to collaborate

Four white monsters at once can caffeinate

Now extrapolate that all over the map

It’s a nerdcore global attack

All known for the fact that we’re so good at rap

That we’ve broken the track and there’s no going back

[Verse 3: Connor Quest!]

It took an age for this mug to get discovered

Now there’s people with mugs that have my name in their cupboards

Used to celebrate 100 subs, drinks and get on it

If did that now, I’d be a fucking alcoholic

Fill my Amazon baskets full of Manga and gadgets

Then can tell my accountant they need to add them for taxes

I remember being skeptical about this whole rap shit

Banking everything I had was a gamble but, I mean

What’s the worst that could happen? The world is collapsing

Concerns are all stacking, can’t see my girl without a permit to pass in

And Cali’s burning to ash and pandemic surging, its rapid

And there’s a fucking 5th Purge movie?! (A fifth?)

I’m just making the best of not so perfect circumstance I been trapped in

On a vibe but there’s few set on killing it

Attacking little nerds with a passion really your first plan of action?

That’s some cartoon villain shit (honestly)

Have you got nothing better to do? Embellishing truth

Repetitive views, its making me snooze

Your yearly Footlocker wage, I just spent it on shoes

Nah, I’m kidding, but my house has space if you’ve got rent for the room

Badi barge by and pass through your guard

Boy is always on the ball, call him Shwab-dul Jabbar

Got me rapping with my second and third favorite Daniels

The first being Jack on the rocks with the glass full

[Verse 4: Rustage]

I don’t even care if you’re into me

Listen these words hit hard like a dictionary

They try to solve success like a mystery

You either try you best of get Italy-d

I’m like Pinocchio but I can tell lies

Get out my magnum, i’m leaving them iced

I’m like Hikaru; I’ve pre-moved my life

And like sigma, I’ve shift-ed into a new time

I got opps on my line, I got bare baddies

But they know I got bite like i’m Bearbadi

Cus It ain’t no surprise if they fair badly

They be looking for rhymes, be like “Where’s Danny?”

I’m staying gassed like it’s steampunk

Cold at the top like a ski jump. This ain’t a game, it’s the redux

You wanna be us? Can’t even keep up

They ain’t got nothing on what Shwabadi does

Green on my mind like it’s crash course

Pricks wanna ride on this track like the grand tour

I can spit the worst verse on a song

But they ain’t ever gonna put Rustage in the “& more”

Hoarding all the wealth like a landlord

Money from my clips like it’s trash talk

Pussy stepping up like a catwalk

I’mma sit by cuz they know that's what this ass for