[Part I]

[Intro]

Ight, Cohn Head, you done?

I’m 'bout to fuckin' roast you now

D.A. got that dope!

[Verse]

Cohn Head is high; he overdosed on some edibles

Quadeca is credible and that is lectural

And who gives a fuck if my girl is pansexual?

Take shots at me, I’m bulletproof

All your bitches leave you

Ain’t that the truth?

My album’s a flop, like your dating status

Let’s get personal, watch me aim up at this

You just dropped your diss so I’ma stare up at the sky

Wishing you could fucking die

"Somethin', somethin', this guy, Yesify

Heard my diss I made in junior high

His parents are divorced, I bet that he’s thе reason why"

You beggin' me to rеspond, so stop bein' pushy

How am I gay when I’m the one who gets the pussy?

He says, “Thanks baby” on my comment section

By hearin' her voice, he’s got an erection

Just like a condom, you gon' need protection

You dissed me first, you brought up the past

So say your final words because it’ll be your last

Flashback, Genz, I never even kissed yo' sister

Bitch boy, Cohn Head, need to shush

She’s was nothin' to me but a goddamn crush

Yeah, I got rejected, so go write a rhyme

By the way, faggot, my heart’s doin' just fine

Yeah, I’m a country boy show

You dropped the bomb, but your diss didn’t blow

You said my girl was ugly, then you said fucked your on the text

Why you laughin', Conner, when you know yo ass is next?

Conner, your videos are boring a cringey

Get off of YouTube, go hire for Disney

You’re a dog for my content, so let me throw my frisbee

So let me throw my frisbee

You’re a dumbass, so let me be yo teacher

Why you braggin' about Comeback when you was just a feature?

Cohn Head, more like Cohn Dead

Anna told me that you cum fast like a Lambo

Pull out the arrows and shoot like I’m Rambo

He’s never made a hit, and none of his bars can land, bro

Your name is Austin, but I’m the better version

The difference between us is that I’m not a virgin

I bet you’re one of those game nerds, I hear duty calls

Your dick is so small that you piss on your balls

I’m on a kill streak, Call of Duty

Comin' from a guy who plays with soccer balls and takes it up the booty

Conner’s got his dick in your mouth

Overflowin' with jizz

If we playing CoD, I’ma show you what the next level is

That was a love tap, that is very touchin'

I just murdered my own friend, so I do not feel nothin'

Claim to be a better rapper, you is not no MC

Goin' to my friends to found out things to say against me

I don’t give a fuck if you say my name

If you got views, then I guess I got fame

No evidence and that’s a shame

Fuckin' wit' me, but you’re still a no-name

Boy, you’re in my school, stop yellin' at the teachers

Yeah, you playin' soccer, but you’re sittin' on the bleachers

If you think that you’re gonna win, boy you’re reading a fable

I’m changing the cable, I got insecure and took down Unstable

I gotta admit, your comebacks are funny

Bitch, I done told you that was a freestyle, dummy

All you do is talk shit, talk this

Takes you four weeks to craft a diss

Bitch, mock this

The weapons are here, time to deploy it

Gave you some material just to destroy it

[Part II]

[Intro]

Oh, wait, you thought I was done?

No

[Verse]

Uh

This boy is bluffin', but he nothin'

We playin' Mortal Kombat, this the final round

Just like yo' parents, I don’t wanna stick around

So, ha

How the fuck are we gonna battle

Like a snake, all you do is rattle

I’m the G.O.A.T., punch you in the throat

Kick ya off my boat, you gon' drown without a paddle

This kid laughs off his rage

Damn, that’s as cold as a damn ice age

You look like Sid, everything you say, I done did

I have to abort this kid

And my girlfriend, Cayla’s, got more pussy than he every did

Takin' shots at this prick like a school shooter

Oh wait, sorry, that’s bogus

I’ll be on the top of the roof, aimin' at this goof

Snipin' yo ass so I can focus

Yes, I made a film

Yes, it was ass

I got you in a body bag

I’ma take out the trash

Fuck this shit, I’m done

Thanks for letting me destroy you for fun

Thanks

Rapping’s not yo thing, you need some trainin' wheels

This idiot, Conner, tells him he’s got skills

This chapter’s over, the end

We know Conner’s lying so he can keep his friend

Conner, bro, I don’t mean to be rude

But yo' ex girlfriend she look like a dude

Conner got some views, but stop tryna flex

Didn’t wanna diss this girl, Cohn Head—wait, wrong sex

A second diss, I just might

But this boy picked the wrong fight

Game Over, I can tell, he struggles on the mic

Y’all stutter like y’all have some visual glitches

It ain’t game over if you haven’t leveled up, bitches