iShowSpeed DISSTRACK

Lyrics

[Part I: iShowSpeed Diss Track] [Intro: Ray Charles, PACKGOD] Hit the road Jack, and don'cha come back No more, no more, no more, no more Hit the road Jack (Come on), and don'cha come back (Come on) No more— Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse] Now I'm finna-gonna get up on this motherfuckin' crack-head streamer tryna scam his fans Bitch call himself iShowSpeed, stop tryna show us yo' underpants Boy really got famous for barking at people and doing a Fortnite dance This dude let a crypto scam spread his asshole open for a hundred grand Damn sellout You failin' to handle the disses I shell out Boy tried to mic up with me in his V.C. 'til he started crying and got ran the hell out Ain't nobody give a fuck about, "Sui" GTA stripper, you shakin' yo' booty Your facetimes with Adin be gettin' mad fruity Your music is more poorly written than Luffy Bitch, why you screamin'? It got yo' fans creamin' This man lookin' like he's possessed by a demon You dated a man and could not even keep him Yo' dad came on stream and then gave you a beatin' Wanna fuck on Ronaldo but can't even meet him Can't ever see him, your hopes getting blurry Barkin' at shit, you a closeted furry Nappy ass hair, man, them dreads lookin' dirty Bro lost a damn private jet to a high five That is the saddest shit I've seen in my life Swear this bitch think he the wolf off of Twilight Playin' with Adin's balls, NFL highlights [Bridge] Yeah, lil' bitch, now I'm switchin' the beat up Look like pre-k when yo' fans have a meetup (Yeah) Get to the blazin', this shit's finna heat up (Yeah) How yo' name "Speed" but you strugglin' to keep up? Know what, fuck this shit, Adin Ross, now I'm on yo' head Still owe me 3K from that talent show, bitch [Part II: Adin Ross Diss Track] [Verse] I am not done with you Fuck yo' lil' chat, you ain't gettin no W's Clout chasin' friends, yeah, that's why they all fuck with you Shit's gettin' old, man, we've all seen enough of you All these girls on yo' stream but not one gettin' under you It's time you get checked, I ain't talkin' no Elon Andrew Tate's dick only place that you be on If Bronny ain't came to yo' motherfuckin' life we all know that the sidewalk is where you would sleep on Flowin' semi-automatic, put you in a packet You a gamblin' addict, fat, you look asthmatic Hoppin' dick like a rabbit, this shit fuckin' tragic You a little maggot, shut up, bitch Yeah, like, how you 22 but lookin' 38? You scam yo' fans, you makin' millies off of stake You sold yo' soul to be they little fuckin' puppet Get a shirt and cover up your fuckin' gullet Yeah, beat him like a beatbox, bitch I need a detox Adin got the Top G gettin' in his G-spot Runnin' like some Rebooks, gettin' fucked by Zias Losin' track of all the rappers that you've tried to beat off Bitch, bitch, yeah, better get me my 3K Told him to run that shit back like a relay Entire comedic appeal is to be gay Lately yo' vids bombin' harder than D-day Yo' brain cells be harder to locate than Ceeday Bitch you is more of a sellout than EA Yo' sister be playin' with balls, call her, "D Wade" Damn, she nasty PACKGOD, motherfucker can't catch me You rollin' on the dick, Rick Astley Spit fire but these bitches can't match me