If Pewdiepie was on Nuketown lyrics

[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Round one, fight
Yeah, yeah
The Pharmacy
Uh-uh

[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Like a tongue, b*tch, I'm looking like a lick, uh-uh
Think I'm Thanos, rock diamond my fist, uh-uh
Entertainment with your b*tch at night like Nick
Drake and Josh how we team your b*tch, uh-uh
Michael Jackson, one glove, I hit, uh-huh
Crying in the club with my stick, uh-huh
Icky Vicky spit, how I got slimes on deck
Metal on me like they just flicked Bic, uh-huh
Two girls, two cups, know I had to level up
Ate a Mario mushroom quick, uh-huh
Know these n*ggas be chickens like a nugget
They be just actors, Denzel Washington, uh-huh
I'ma play the saddest song on the smallest violin (Haha)
For the n*ggas in my scrap bin, uh-huh
Maybe we could get along, maybe we could be friends
In another f*ckin' life, my friend, uh-huh (Yeah)

[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat
They be on my nuts though, nuts though, nuts though
'Cause I don't give a f*ck, ho, f*ck, ho, f*ck, ho
I might be around squirrels 'cause a n*gga is a nut, ho
[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Um, this that
Yes I got the bacon saturated, f*ckin' pig fat
I'm not skinny dippin', big drippin', b*tch, big facts (Gosh damn)
Uh, Chief Keef that pus*y, bang bang
Pretty please don't act like me and you is the f*cking same thing
Yes n*gga, I switch the flow to unorthodox, gang gang (Ayy, ayy ayy)
They tryna bite like a vampire fang (Gosh damn)
Diamonds water, bendin' like the n*gga Aang
Intelligence is only for the gentlemen
So tell the pus*y n*ggas, "Yes, Trix for kids" (Uh-huh)
That's a fact like a Snapple cap tip (Straight up)
Lame n*ggas sayin' that they f*ckin' demons
No wonder that they lost up in the sauce in this b*tch
I ain't never need a false deity
Give me power or do a damn thing for me, b*tch
When I'm acting like a monster like Stitch
You be acting like a b*tch, so I call you sis (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Switcharoo your b*tch, uh-huh
This is what I call an assist, uh-huh
Tell 'em this ain't that, and that ain't this
With a flick of my wrist, uh-huh, yeah

[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & Juice WRLD]
Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat
They be on my nuts though, nuts though, nuts though
'Cause I don't give a f*ck, ho, f*ck, ho, f*ck, ho (I don't give a f*ck, b*tch)
I might be around squirrels 'cause a n*gga is a nut, ho (What? Yeah)
[Verse 3: PewDiePie]
Bobs or vegana, whichever will it be?
Sit the f*ck down, T-Series, I'm here to spill the real tea (Uh)
You tryna dethrone me from spot on number one
But you India you lose, so best think you haven't won
When I'm through with you we're gonna be completely f*ckin' done
'Cause we only just begun, I review you: (*clap clap*) zero, bye b*tch, gone
So come on T-Series, looking hungry for some drama
Here, let me serve you b*tch lasagna

[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat
They be on my nuts though, nuts though, nuts though
'Cause I don't give a f*ck, ho, f*ck, ho, f*ck, ho
I might be around squirrels 'cause a n*gga is a nut, ho

[Verse 4: PewDiePie]
b*tch lasagna, b*tch lasagna
T-Series ain't nothing but a b*tch lasagna
b*tch lasagna, b*tch lasagna
T-Series just wet themselves in their pajamas
So who the hell is Bob and why you wanna kiss him? (Ew)
I'm a Blue-Eyes White Dragon while you're just Dark Magician (Oof)
You got a fifth of the population in your nation, but
I got nine-year-olds of worlds so hold your defecation (Oops)
Motu Patlu, what the f*ck is that even supposed to mean?
Your language sounds like it comes from a mumble rap community
No Papa, no Papa, yes Papa; Johny
Now down all of this sugar and let's throw this f*ckin' party with some—
[Verse 5: Juice WRLD]
Cutthroat, love it when they run, ho (What)
Knife on the AK, stab 'em with a gun, ho
Hoppin' in that mosh pit, I was tryna rage sh*t
It's a different day, it's like n*ggas on the same sh*t, I hate it
Rich like a white b*tch, I should go blonde, b*tch
I put my di*k up in your mom, b*tch
You ain't on sh*t dot-com, b*tch
Desert Eagle, take his head off, make it fly like a comet
Glizzy crank your ass like Soulja Boy, screamin', "Yah, b*tch"
Wanna f*ck a n*gga b*tch, uh-huh (What else?)
Grant a bullet like a wish, uh-huh (What else?)
D-Rose when I drive through the paint
With the foul, I'ma still get a swish, uh-huh (Uh)
What the f*ck bro?
You ain't tryna f*ck, get the f*ck out my spot, ho
'Fore your ass get kicked out like a thot, ho (Whoa)

[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat
They be on my nuts though, nuts though, nuts though
'Cause I don't give a f*ck, ho, f*ck, ho, f*ck, ho
I might be around squirrels 'cause a n*gga is a nut, ho

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, water
Uh, pipe me up, voot me up, f*ck n*gga
Uh, uh, evil twin, ayy ayy, uh
Ayy ayy, cutthroat