Insecure

He's so insecure Nowhere to run Nowhere for more Nah sike fuck that shit, fuck that shit (yeah, yeah, you alredy know bro) Turn up the fucking beat KSI, what the fuck are you talking about (ay, cmon man) C'mon none of that fake shit in my diss tracks None of that, none of that Antt Beatz Ay JJ, I'm so sorry you're angry (sorry) Hairline so fucked up, your barber is Tay Keith (hahaha) I'm 18 making main stages (huh, huh) You were 18 and a virgin in the basement making rape faces (what?) And now you really think your music is the most heat (huh, huh) Oh that's so profound, you changed? That's so deep Shut the fuck up Leave the studio and record some FIFA They torture people with your music out in North Korea Got so big and made so many stacks (huh, huh) That your friends are terrified to let you know that you're wack (true) Now your homies are your yes-men, ego's over the max (wow) Call Shane Dawson, I think this guy's a sociopath, huh I saw you leave the studio with Diss God You don't make your own shit so how you gonna diss Quad Had to point the finger like when old folks typin' But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost ghost writer Ay, I never thought that KSI would make me get in the booth But all your friends fuckin' with me, way more heavy than you I'm telling the truth I'm small, I'm skinny, I'm white, I got a lisp, I'm awkward And I'm fuckin' better than you (Yeah, yeah) Let's take it back to the past When you made a vid, and people would actually laugh At how you reacted to packs, instead of how bad you could rap (huh) It's actually sad how you don't know that you are actually bad It's actually mad, I'm actually really gonna get up to the bands But I'll never understand why you really wanna ban me Yes men actin' like a fan But they keep you in a bubble that you live in like Sandy I just be sticking to plan A, you more a fan of the plan B I know it must be hard, you're like "my own fans can't stand me" Yeah your music is not complex You talk nonsense, mediocre with a god complex You're delusional, on drugs, or you fuse the two You're like the black Marina Joyce meets FouseyTube, huh How you gonna call me awkward, you a big nerd Make you turn blue in the face just like you're Squidward But to be honest bro, I wish that I was still a fan Logan Paul, come and film this, I think i just killed a man (Bitch) Bitch, Bitch (Bitch) I don't care about no motherfuckin' whip, no (I don't care) Fuck them diamonds on your wrist, no (Fuck them diamonds on your wrist) There's more to life than this (Yeah, yeah) I got you insecure, turn your whole life into a blur Had to let you right back in my world Say if Quadeca was watching this right now he would one hundred percent disagree with you and think he's better than you because of what you put out Yeah and then I'ma put stuff out and then I'm going blow him out the fucking water Yeah, you riding waves, can't get outta the water Can't buy a good song for a dollar I ain't never been the type to just follow You like "how much wood could a woodchuck chuck" Just shut the fuck up, time to stop bro Saying words, but they all feeling hollow Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato I used to watch this guy, back in grade five The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side (no, no) Decide man, what's the reason they would lie (what's the) Quadeca on their playlist more than KSI Yeah, JJ shooting shots like an AK But he made waves being lonely with a rape face Now he change face thinking that he gonna save face Hit 'em from across the fuckin' pons, no Lele, Lele This my payday, you a neighsay JJ, bro you change changed, from the great days And not in a good way, in a bad way How you gonna talk that way when you're trash mate (Yeah) I just checked out what your 'gram was on (Yeah) Not a photo without a bandana on (No) Keep that hidden, you're so scared, why What you hiding more, is it your girlfriend or your hairline Look bro, I'm getting confused The real music ain't really gettin' no views When you said "I'm done with music" We all wished that you were telling the truth You had to go transform? That's so deep and you're so sick KSI, you're an asshole, and you transformed into a bigger prick Yeah, no you can't get on my caliber British bitches tryna' shoot they shot, Boston massacre Know I'm too spectacular, I just can't find your talent sir I think that ended back in 2012 just like that calendar Dodge the bullshit like a matador Just tell me the fuck are you rapping for Bitch I do not gotta go boxing to knock you And pop your whole head going back and forth I gotta drive, you a passenger They ask could I hop on your track or verse I think I would rather get stabbed by a dagger And die while I'm wearing some Maverick merch You wanna fight Quadeca? That's what I mean I fucking Bro that's what I mean you can't beat me I'm a fucking like unbeatable force Shit And Quadeca's gonna think he's better than you Yes, of course please Please man don't Get that shit out of my face, god