Jeopardy

Yunk a little bitch, he tried his best but he gon try his luck Body built Mitch, this muscle man thinks I give a fuck Send this bitch to heaven, if he step call that a skywok He was spitting trash, until I asked that pussy "why talk?" Ain't nobody fucking with your team, If you wanna catch a beam I might up and shoot your legs, until that pussy got a lean I might shoot him in between, fuck his life behind the screen Xanakin zip up your jeans, we ain't tryna see that bean Teaching a lesson to Yunk, he a learner Why the fuck he look like a little like Jerma If he be cooking I'm upping the burner, and wish him away Like my name Timmy Turner Xanakin fat bitch he eating a burger, fuck on his bitch She get wet like a surfer I'm slipping it in but I don't mean to hurt her He fucking this bitch when I spank with my cursor Huh! We got hella disses, we got hella bands Zeph can't pull no bitches, cause his dick's a crayon Xan screaming shit, I just can't understand Bitch call me Doja Cat 'cause I be dissing all my fans Alright, for 400 points! Who's built like a level three digglett? Lives in a porta potty? And his favorite food is Slashest's ball sack? Oh, oh I know, I know, that bitches name is Zeph Pull up with my pistol on that bitch, I won't leave nothing left Jewish rabbi, I'ma circumcise you from the fucking neck Hey Pack, can I borrow four Dollars please? You falling in some debt? Hey Xan, I really hope you got my letter About adding me to sabergang, so we can both create together (what?) I know I took your samples, and made it sound harder You called me your son man Bro nah, nah, shut up, shut up Yo, yo, Grimmey Yo, what's good? Shut yo emo ass up, bitch I heard your voice, sound like lion maker Got that bag on me, counting my fucking paper Hit up Sadfriendd, so he can go save your track Got a forty on me, and I'm spinning my back Ayo Willer, you sucking on Xanakin's sack After this track, don't hit up my jack I'm lying bitch, send me some beats Before I press your number and press on delete Fuck do you mean You can't fuck with my team I took your mask, now I'm 'bout to beat my meat I hit up Slash, he rubbing on my feet Do 100 on the dash, I just busted in my jeans Yeah, now fuck that stupid bitch whose name is Xanakin Yeah, I'm choking out his hoe just like I'm Anakin Now he frozen, standing still, like a manakin Cause Dr. Yunk is right behind him and ramming him Name is Dr. Yunk, but you're not a doctor Hang up your career, call it John Proctor Nerdy bitch, I'm gonna shove you in a fucking locker Got a hunchback, you look like Mr. Crocker You damn, damn Bitch look like Mr. Crocker Damn, Dr. Yunk, Dr. fucking Yunk Got his momma and she licking on my fucking junk Yeah, yeah That's the sound of your momma made last night When she was at my house, taking down my pipe Hitting combos on that bitch, I'm going left and right And when I'm done, I dip the scene you know I'm taking flight It was the greatest day of your entire mothers life Damn, Zeph said he straight, but he likes bananas Xanakin rapping while wearing pajamas I told Yunk the truth behind santa He isn't real and he starts getting sadder All of that crack got stuck in his bladder Zeph think that his name is Marshall Mathers Xanakin big and he can't climb a ladder All of your music it don't fucking matter