Your flow's so weak

It puts us to sleep

Your beats are basic

Your lyrics are lame!

In the hall of fame

You won't find your name

Yeah, I'm ready (I'm ready)

Heads bowed, lookin' down

Footing planted in the ground

I gotta lot of hounds that sitting around

That's not getting proud, while I'm spittin' my sound

But give me my crown

Admitting it now

Was about to quit, submitting a towel

Clouds in my head just livin' about

'Cause the fans switched up! Like remitting a vow

And all my friends restricted my routes

On the nightstand is a spilling of brown

Both of my hands are trembling down

But on these white sands

I'm spitting it loud!

To my right-hand stans, I'm slitting you now

And to all of my fans that's giving me mouth

There is not a slight chance I'm forgiving you now

Just like I'm Batman, I'm killing you clowns

"Sponge, you're tripping, do you hear how that sounds?"

"You're currently insisting right here and right now"

"That you're going to be inflicting homicides to who's listening"

"Apologize 'cause it's sickening, it's giving like: foul"

I promise I'm itching for a fight with rounds

You hypothesize

Predicting that I'm going to hype down

But I'm a bonafide gremlin when I hike through town

Make your mama cry different

When your body's on the ground like

Boo-hoo

Ah, aw man

Calm down SpongeBob

Blow your bubble

There we go

Me boy!

You just dissed some of your fans!

Are you okay?

You got a problem with it?

Not really, I was just going to say

You might as well go all the way with it now!

(I'm ready)

Like I'm broken

You're hoping that I start choking

My smoke is quickly approaching

No joking

I'm really potent

My spoken words leave you swollen

I notion that I should choke him

Then rope him out in the open

Then leave him tied in the ocean

Then dynamite him, explosion!

Don't come asking for some coaching

I'm smashing bro like a roach

And you're washed up like you are soap

And your whole style that's mostly stolen

I'm hanging on by a rope

But devotion is all I'm showing

I'm slicing you up like Logan

Provoking you like

I'm a dog, I'm a hound

You're just a street pup

Put your boys in the pound every time we meet up

Now you're wondering how, maybe want to team up?

Make your face like a clown

I'mma leave you beat up

I got ten toes down but somehow my feet up

Leave the hater like: "Wow, gotta turn this beat up"

Every second from now

I am going to speed up

Slow the audio down if you can't keep up

Turn the heat up

Probably and possibly gonna speak up, reveal his identity

Like a teacup

I got the tea, I got the tea

Don't let me sneak up

I am no anomaly

Turn the beat up

You have zero quality

Honestly chump

You are just a wannabe

Your technique sucks

Right now it's a comedy

And your beats sucks

You should stick to R&B

Lemme speed up

He's chicken like he's tikka

And cheesy like a pizza

The flow is diarrhea

The bro is sounding fecal

I hope he don't believe that YourBoy is swinging peaceful

And I'm not gonna cease with the gas like I'm diesel

I'm feeling kind of evil

I should find a cathedral

This gotta be illegal

This guy is not my equal!

It's getting kind of lethal

I might call up my people to prey him like an eagle

Then squash him like a beetle

Slow it down to let you breathe, bruh

My mind is like eureka

Ideas in my cerebrum are sharper than a needle

Views diving like a seagull

But I'm still feeling gleeful!

Fans just can't take the heat load

Cheating on me like a cheat code

SpongeBob, yes

I am a weasel

I should just stop and go, bleed bro

And it's so wild because he knows he bit my style like a Frito

I'm eyeing this guy like a peephole

Then take my time like a free throw

And let them fly like I'm Heathrow

They multiply like amoebas!

To justify these torpedoes

SpongeBob might make a sequel

I won't deny all these cheapos went and pulled my mind

Just like heave, ho

Fans left me dry

Bruised my ego

Slept on this guy like I'm ZzzQuil

But you will find my technique will soon take off high like I'm Migos

I'll call my guy on the bleachers

And switch the beat right for the feature

You ready? I'm ready

Here we go

Money, money, money, money, money

Money