[Intro]
Yeah, it's Crookit
I'm about to show y 'all motherfuckers why we're not on the same level
Ha, don't disrespect me without dropping a song, you heard?
Yeah, ha
Ha ha ha
[Verse 1]
You must think that you're insane, blankie of the brain, dead or high in cocaine
The best idea you ever explained was naming your channel after your brain
Blank YouTube with bark but no bite
But now I'm thinking about it, hey you're right
If China really set America like
You would actually get the fuck off this website
Yeah, I'm fast with a flash, I'm blanks on thе dash
I'll hit you with a whiplash, suicide and cash
You're getting too attachеd, dislikes on the videos
And now you've already met your match, What?, yeah
Ugly ass claims to be the apex, you ain't shit
Mr. Wannabe ex, Blank says YouTubers can't make songs
You're a YouTuber, so what the fuck you on?, yeah
[Interlude 1]
Yeah, man, cut this shit off, man
You can't get off, man
I'm telling you, you about to end this motherfucker's whole career
But in what career?
Whenever you hear my voice, it's holy fear, what? Yeah
[Verse 2]
I can't kill blank enough, you'll survive
I'm telling you, cause blank already died from suicide
Get instead you'll kill him and you'll bring him back alive
I'm telling you, kill me over and over until you fucking die
30 minutes of wasted time for you
Real depressed people don't really tell their crew
Yeah, don't ever try to judge me, dude
You don't know what the fuck I've been through
But I know something about you
I tried handing you up a girl, but you didn't go through, hahaha
[Interlude 2]
Yeah, that's right, that's right
These weak ass pussy motherfuckers trying to get on
Yeah, bitch, I'm on my, here to spit bars
Pass some disease, let it spread, SARS
This bitch is the easiest battle so far
Since I'm battling like Quasim who takes less
And I'm telling you, he owns cars
The amount of pollution you could put in the crazy is my god
I'm telling you, drop the call about Bill Nye to end this fight like any battlefield would mine
And shine some bright light against his eyes
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
These bitches hella bent dudes fucking girls again
Trying to get relevant
I, Scott told me that we all equal, but not equivalent
If he's wrong, then how could he be benevolent?
Can't make a holiday without jingle
Kill this last release with this single
Yeah, the kids be doing hit when run
I be hitting when the running guns
I be telling these companies to stop making in-ports
Some new kicks, maybe while they mix countries
They pick, some of these dealers can export blue waves
With the audacity to own slaves
These bitch ass rappers still on rental
I've been checking these bitches
They don't spit good, they got to check dental
Ha, I'm really out here Crookit spitting mental
I'm like coke mixed with Mentos
Out here spitting so hard on this instrumental
What they got only is just mental
They're spitting like a robot NPCs
I'm out here handing out DCs
Maybe they can check out my DVDs
CDs, It's easy
Check it out
They spit candy like VCs
Haha but I'm not really like that
You know, I meant it when I say I meant it as far as history goes
Girls come and go, my father taught me so the pain is settled slow
Yeah, but I'm lost in the sea with emotions
I'm drifting through these broken oceans
And every time I try to swim. I find myself drowning in the sin
