And so like Jack I ask you, how does my dick taste?
Because these rhymes don't have the time for f**ing safe space
I'll run a train up on you, like Turner through the line
Watching you choke away like Ha**elback in overtime
Like number 1 lacrosse picks, your team's a f**ing bust
It's got us questioning is something gonna happen or what?
Get off your Macbook, my team's the truth
At this point Steve Jobs stands a better chance than you
I got my next week circled, for when we play our game
Where I'mma knock you out like I'm Pepper at La Main
Mr. Rodgers ain't a team, so put on your sweater
And sorry for your lifestyle, but It don't get better
Aaaand teach me how to Dougie, teach me how to Dougie
I party up at H-House cause all those b**hes love me
I'm out you're teams a failure, an English language test
So from Sanchize to the Franchize you're just a waste of breath, BRRAAAT
I shoulda known better than to argue with a crazy mind
You're double crazy if head size is to define
Cause I got proof you're out of your mind
You've been with girls Big Ben would decline
Still man, I'm impressed that you get anyone to screw
Since you look so young even Steve wouldn't touch you
I hope that stung, not like a f**ing bumblebee
More like a shot in the mouth, Mosey's D?
And quit talking about "fall from grace"
You're 'bout to have egg all over your face
Your team's hurting like DMC
And Rice is gonna get eaten by Jackson's D
Talk about managing, I just LaRusso'ed you
But I don't care, I'll sweep the leg too
And that's a rap, like a f**ing tourniquet
Left you destroyed like a teen tournament