[Part I]
[Intro]
Perfect!
[Verse 1]
I saw you in a pool with a floatie
Lil' bitch, you ain't cool, you a phony
Only think you cool, 'cause you rocking all them jewels and a Rollie
You been acting like a fool and it's showing, heh
Probably dropped out of school in the third grade
Acting out a fake persona, bitch, your life is charades
And now, I'm going in, everybody be noticing
When I go and expose this kid, his fans saying, "Hurray"!
They ain't loyal, thinking that they honor you? (Ayy!)
Say you gonna upload daily, never follow through
I lost half my IQ when I followed you
Flex and misspell words is really all you do
It's true
I got less subs than you do
But you made fun of a rape survivor
Then made her strip for your YouTube
Shit! Like, that's an apology?
Like, that's an apology?
Like, "Sorry I joked about you getting raped
But can you please just dance on this pole for my following?"
I mean, honestly
"I'll shout your 'Gram out, yeah, that's really all you need"
That's some comedy
I don't even understand how you can even fall asleep
You don't count sheep, you count box logos
Sell out your own friends for some hot photos
Content so watered-down
And you drowning, like a guy with no arms playing Water Polo
Clout Gang, Clout Gang (Ha!)
Yeah, you really just about fame
RiceGum, AfroGum
Bryan Lee, without Clout, you're a no-name
See me on the screen, like, "Who the fuck is this?"
Homie told me, "I got someone you should come and diss!"
So I listened to your track and watched a couple vids
Enough of this! I'm dropping diss tracks, I'm the fucking shit!
And you are just shit! You a piss-take
Ten-minute vid', half is empty? Yeah, that shit's fake
I pray to God you don't ever drop a mixtape
Only thing you ever gave your fans was some clickbait
That's ironic, though, I get it
But I don't even know why you been getting all the credit
You don't even make your own vids, and you said it
Ghost-writer, ghost guy, you hire just to edit
And I'm small, I know I ain't no big rapper
Am I dissing you? I'm really dissing TheDissRapper
Better call him up, his channel's dying and lonely
It's winter time, it's getting cold, he need some fire emojis, bitch
Imagine RiceGum on Christmas Day:
"I'll give myself the ten-thousand from my giveaway!"
Don't even know you, so don't you feel a way
Not sure if Santa had a sub-bot in his sleigh
Too bad, get it, I'm irrelevant!
Respond to this, you can't do it, you ain't getting it!
In my element, bitch, I'm excellent
You built like SpongeBob, and yet you're always flexing shit!
[Part II]
[Verse 2]
Career missing, like Will Byers
All your women pretty, but they little liars
Used to watch your shit and I would feel inspired
Now I'm really tired
Gotta make this shit, 'cause I'm who kids admire
Now I'm in the fire, building an empire
Now you in the hills, and it's really lit
Got producers, so you think you really spit
This time, I crossed the line, like an immigrant
I ain't innocent, cause an incident
Had to win the lawsuit, get that back up
Had to make my money, let it stack up
I'm just trying to do the most I can
Before life decides it's time for me to pack up (Pack up)
Got to act up, put my stats up
Make a diss track? Better back up
I been flossing, yeah, you build the plaque up
Sommer Ray, yeah, she give me back rubs (Back rubs, ayy)
Seventeen, I want everything
Bigger better rings, that's what, hey
That's what, that's what, uh
Bad blood, like Taylor Swift
Better get a screen protector
If you come by Rice and you taking pics
Might just throw your phone
Have it crack and shatter into pieces, wow, too nice
Ironic how when your phone's broke
You meant to use rice, ayy (Oh!)
Use Rice, got his new ice
He be living that YouTube life
Time for me to get a new life
If this is the guy I'm compared to
I bet he could respond
But he probably is too scared to
[Outro]
Yeah
