[Verse 1: London Yellow]
I don't flush the toilet because I'm the shit (O-o-okay, retard)
Yes, I see a big turd and I identify with it (Hey friend)
I must be a bad girl because I spit
You are a good girl, swallow my kids
I don't got no fans, I got a whole bunch of kids
I'm your last fan, and you just posted cringe
You don't hate me, that stuff is pretend
You see my cute face, get a big old grin
[Verse 2: Kidd Koolaid]
Kidd Koolaid, the poop, the smelly, the farty
When they play my music, everybody leave the party
That was kinda mean, but I got a jar of poop
That I sell in the streets so I can pay my rent
My favorite song is Protect Ya Neck
And I think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah
[Verse 3: London Yellow]
I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds
No you guys aren't, you should unrecord your verse
Young London Yellow came through, pooped in the purse
I'm a dead meme, boys and girls, you heard it first
Shitting on you even though I'm the worst
London Yellow's weird and he keeps getting uglier
And he keeps getting stupider and he keeps getting richer
[Verse 4: Kidd Koolaid]
I never sold any shirts
But I did sell some fish that drowned in my bowl when I was six
My mom paid good money for it
But she flushed it down the toilet, I was like "What the frick?"
Mom, that wasn't CashMoneyAP
When I was little baby, I used to spray pee
I still do, but now I spray poo
If you got a problem with me, then I spray it at you
Damn, this beat is so fire
Look at me man, I'm a hitman for hire
If this song makes you frown
I have these shoes made for clowns
I see your poop, and I wanna have a lick
If you won't let me, you meet my boom stick
It will kill you with one hit
But there's a high probability that I'll miss
But that's fine, because I got an AK
That I shoot when it will spray, ay
Spray at yo' face, ay, then I run away, ay
'Cause I don't wanna freakin' catch a case, ay
I am scared of the police
No I'm not, I'm just highly obese
So that means I gotta run away earlier
So I don't get catched latererer
And I got a Mac, your mom likes it when I hit it from the back
Yeah, then you will meet my gat
It will say hi, and then you will die
Yeah, you will layin' on a pool of blood on the floor
But then I revive you, and you wake up
So I take out my Mac and shoot you some more
Goddamn, how much of this beat have I got left?
I'm starting to run out of bars
When I am in cell plate, I want ham and cheese
Toasted lettuce, sweet corn and red onions, yuh
That is tasty with some ketchup on it
If you want me to shoot someone, I am on it
I'm not actually gangster, I'ma be honest
I'm just in my room, makin' this song for London
'Cause he is- I want a studio
Look what I learned to do on FL
[Verse 5: London Yellow]
Woah, that's sweet, matter of fact, that's kinda swell
Me and Mr. Koolaid going to hell
Least I got a whole bunch of friends if you can't tell
I callin' her a bitch like Key and Peele
I never took a shower, so I smell
This is show and tell
Show me your boobies, but do not tell
They look like Kidd Koolaid, they're fat as hell
I walked on the stage, and they told me "Get off"
This ain't some place where you stupid-ass kids can show off
So I told my mom
I'm 'bout to blow, literal bomb
Not no metaphor, I feel like Osama
Bitch, I fell off, I feel like Obama
Feel like I'm Tony, I'm not on no rosta
I feel like young n***a, eatin' expensive pasta
I feel like your mommy, I fuck on your father
I feel like I'm Drickzin, I'm Tony, poggers (Bruh)
Poggers, feel like Ratcakes daughter
F on my n-words, and you're getting slaughtered
Come in your house, eat your dookie corn cobbler
[Outro: London Yellow]
Mhm
I'ma walk in your front door
You always leave it unlocked, I'ma walk right in
I'ma go straight to your fuckin' bathroom and pick up that dookie
And put it in my goddamn mouth and I'ma chew it up
Swallow it down whole
Now who's fuckin' laughing?
Fuck you n***a
Shittape 2020
