[B.THE GREAT]
sh*t, long day, might as well call...
[Mac Cooper]
Aye yo, buddy, your freaking garbage!
I know you hear me you fat f*ck
I'm over here, god damn using ya life
As an excuse for sh*t
Saying how music helped you
When you were apparently in a hole of "depression"
f*ck outta here!
[B.THE GREAT]
Aye yo, 3 things, one; who are you bruh
Two; Why the f*ck you calling me trash
When you don't understand what I'm talking about
And three; when the f*ck I say that though
And besides I don't even know your b*tch ass
So why the f*ck are you talking!
And how you even know I make music
[Mac Cooper]
n*gga, I been knew who the f*ck you are
No stalker sh*t, your B.THE GREAT, correct?
[B.THE GREAT]
Yeah, what's it to ya
[Mac Cooper]
Yeah, I check your sh*t out
It's straight garbage, all that lyrical crap
Oh, and that album your bragging about
It's gonna f*cking suck!
I'm outta here man, I'm a get me some food
Bye c*cksucker!
[B.THE GREAT]
Aye yo, what your name [x2]
[Mac Cooper]
Mac, di*khead!
[B.THE GREAT]
Oh, I just wanted to tell you bye
[Mac Cooper]
What?!
[gunshot]
[B.THE GREAT]
Bye faggot!