[Verse 1: Lil Toasty]
I wanna freakin' die, I wanna freakin' die
I'm sure that you do too, but I wanna freakin' die
I wanna freakin' die, I wanna freakin' die
I'm sure that you do too, but I wanna freakin' die
Can't believe these other guys bringing D-Side quality
While I'm bringing out beats at a B-Side quantity
Shout-out to my homie bug, he's a real insect bud
Better than that Ethan slug, fedoras he will freakin chug
My bread is on the rise, my bread is on the rise
And if you're lucky, you'll be taking time on my ride
Still I don't reference the Fourth Amendment, no you freaking flight attendant
Can't believe I fucking said it Na na na na na na na na
I'm the motherfuckin' bread
Man these other podcast memes so out-of-wack
Now it's time for daddy to give 'em a little smack
Well that's all from me now little boys and girls
W-well mostly boys I don't care whatever you want
[Verse 2: YaBoi Ethan]
I wanna freakin' die, you wanna freakin' die?
We should all freakin' die, put that shit on Spotify
No que pasa, sé que hay, muchas fans in Uruguay
And if you're not a fan, well go tell yourself goodbye
When I was young I thought the Macarena was Italian
Now I know it's Spanish and that bitch is fucking stallions
Her name is Sarah but you know I'd call her Allison
When I'm home alone, call me Kevin McCallister
This is the part where I establish my dominance
By systemically wrecking the other people who on this shit
So I guess I'll just start with the motherfucker who started this:
Toast. You're a piece of shit
Listen to that mic ain't gotta wonder why your channel's dead
I'll be here acting like you're wheat sounding like some Wonder Bread
Kevin man I liked you better when you were a floating head
And Douche's verse is worst than all his puns which I genuinely didn't think was possible
[Verse 3: Merci]
I wanna freakin die
I wanna freakin die
Some bleach is leaking in my
Mouth I'm shrieking inside
My feet are reeking and I
Ain't even on beat or time
Still better than these
Other shitty MCs
No energy
Just peasantry
So this just gon be like "Control"
I am now in control
And my new goal
Is to roast this boasting toast host
He's the worst rapper from Australia
Up there with Iggy Azalea
A complete fucking failure
And at the end of this verse he'll be
At the mercy of Merci
As well as the other rappers cutting corners
Just some random fucking foiregners
And that one cucking spy
I want them to fucking die
I want them to fucking die
Oh shit its agonizing at my sides
Fuck, cunt, shit….bye
[Verse 4: In The Furnace]
If I say I wanna die, then you best believe it
Cause I'm not winning or bi, I can't Charlie Sheen it
I'm bouta blow up like a hand grenade
Cause my careers taking off, and I'm craving the grave
I pull up at your house, with your girl in the front seat
She just needed a ride home, I didn't make her cheat
But the fact you couldn't pick her up yourself is cheap
She needs your help, I would rather stay at home and drink my bleach
Writing bars on the toilet cause you know I make crap
The competitions so strong, why do I even rap?
I need to flush my problems away and away
And wash away the parts of me that function during the day
You know a person's not funny when they joke about suicide
Those people are toxic, like a bad formaldehyde
I spent this whole verse acting like a total douche
I should never rap again, fam, now I'm gone WOOOOOSH!
[Verse 5: Cicabe]
Yo, coming at you face this is Bass Face (Cicabe!)
Chillin in my bathrobe, repping me some LunchMoney
'Nadian wannabe, alien heart of cheese
Thanks for rhymes on that last bar it was such a breeze
Getting weird looks when I tell you I'm a math major
Numbers more than words, ever since I was a teenager
Retail skills, I'm a prodigy at register
Meat-filled-wich, I'm a certified breadwinner
Eight long years, I've been awkward on the Internet
So it's finally time I drop some words with some good intent
Toast should be the president, that would be a great event
Vote for Toast in the primary elections next year because that would be really funny
Yeah, go vote for Toast!
That was the point of this verse all along, ok
Now I think it's Turtle's turn
Yeah. Yeah!
[Verse 6: The Rapical Douche]
(Rapical)
It's the D Freestyle and the D stands for Douche
One line in and I'm already better than Bush
And all these wack rappers make you wanna snooze
So Imma alliterate, amaze and amuse (What)
And these rappers are in high school, see?
Wanna know my major is? Douchenometry
I Love L’Uzi, unlike Kanye, I get it on sight
And should call me Lil Yachty because, I’m so white! (Whaaaaaaaaaaa)
Yeah, man, it’s about time
Listening to Blurryface and I call that, Doubt Time
Just made a baby cry, I call that Pout Time
Never listened to Prince, living your life without Time
My hair is glorious, yours is shit (Compared to mine?)
I got a squad but I ain’t Will Smith (love y’all)
All these rappers with this I vanquish
Killing y’all, English ain’t even my first language
[Verse 7: Turby Tip]
I wanna freakin' die like the hair on an emo bitch
Lilo Stitch, Neon Hitch, fucking irrelevant
Wanna make my skin look like some fucking cotton candy
Rotten Robbie, Dirty Harry, caught 'em rasp, lungs be sandy
Cough up the dust like you be beating out the rug, bitch
Imma get my youth back cuz I'm Evan and a thug, bitch
Imma rap with LSD like beats inside my drugs, bitch
I'm a fucking maggot cuz this beat made by a bug
SHEEEEEIIIIIIIT, get roasted like in the furnace
I hope you got health insurance cuz I'm building up endurance
Not the only one occurrence, I'm doing it everyday
Like my name's Ariana, making love to the comma
Periodot (wait a minute), yeah this life got no limit
Fuck calculus and I'm in it, TMIPOTI, you with me?
I'm just in time like I'm Rizzi, subtitles like Ray and Mikey
Batter than ever like Stephen, only podcast for president
Go ahead and make a verse cuz I know you wouldn't even try
Gudda your optometrist? Cuz I see bags under your eyes
Imma make some water soup from the tears you fucking cry
Boy you salty cuz you know everyone wants to freakin' die
(SCREAMS OF ANGUISH)
