lmfao lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Like, it's almost 2025, bro
Like, give it up, man
Talking about some bullsh*t that you know nothing about
You-You don't even know me
I've never even spoken to you a day in my life
You f*cking weirdo

[Verse 1]
Take my beat and rap on that sh*t 'cause you tryna sound like me
It's pretty common trend when it comes down to this dumb-ass scene
And no one listens to your music unless Darkie on the song
Go and cry right to your mom about the estrogen you on
Not your dad, because he left when he found out his son wants to be a girl but has a schlong
I can cook you all day long
Matter fact, I think I will
Aye, what happened to yo' homie kirby2cool, ISSBROKIE?
I forgot he went out sad because he touched kids, ISSBROKIE
Why the f*ck you say sh*t 'bout me in the first place, lil' phoney?
I put off-brand Lil Darkie in his grave, p*ss on it, homie
You will never be a girl 'cause you stuck with that Y chromie
(Haha, I know you're p*ssed off 'bout that) yo
And why you think 'bout me so much? That sh*t is kinda concerning
I know you only made that song because your pockets is hurting
And why you talkin' 'bout yo' di*k so much? That sh*t ain't 'een working
And how you start a diss song with “I tried to be a bigger person”?
Go apply for Burger King, I think that might be your purpose
'Cause rapping ain't it
You f*ckin sound like anus
And I'on even know a track by name 'cause that sh*t ain't hit
You f*ckin little fag b*tch that's tryna be on tough sh*t
But really, you just beggin' for attention 'cause yo' parents never gave it
(It’s pretty evident, Steph? Steven? I don’t know whatever the f*ck your name is, like, look at yourself)
And how you say I'm clutching for a hit? I got like 20 those inside the album
Hahahahaaa
And why you tryna start all this online bullsh*t when you ain't really even 'bout none?
Your mother shoulda swallowed but she didn't now we got ISSBROKIE
What a sh*tty outcome, f*ckin' b*tch
[Outro]
You prolly like when people say that sh*t to you, though
'Cause you're f*cking weird
Sound weird, look weird, dress weird
Uh, weird
You just f*cking odd, and I don't understand it
Ah, time for a different beat
That sh*t was getting repetitive—kinda like someone I know

[Part II]

[Intro]
f*ckin' braindead, retard [?] the song
Yuh, yuh

[Verse]
I wake up bright and early to hate on everybody, everyone, everything
Everyday, everyday, everyday of the muhf*ckin' week, lil' b*tch
You ain't special, I ain't ever lettin' off the pedal
b*tch boy got his panties in a bunch
Tryna get me off his f*ckin mental
Better than me? You ain't ever better than Craig Scissorhands
And that's a low bar to set 'cause that muthaf*cka's music's hella ass
Yah, you can just blow this c*ck, huh
Bet you forgot that I run this, yeah
I'm callin' every shot ever
You must be out your top
Thinkin' I'll ever stop?—never, never, never
F&N blow your top, faggot, you butterscotch, get up
Thinkin' you brave, you not, swear to God I'll kill whoever
They said Afourteen chill—nah, nah
I ain't gon' do that, doe
I got too much ammo
Better not open that door
You a bozo, I stand on sh*t
Bet I swang my pole
Bow down when you talkin' to the G.O.A.T
Yo' clique is full of clones
b*tch, I been a pro, I'm goin' rogue
Going ape fasho
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
[Outro]
Yeah, I'm going just let this one ride for a minute
'Fore I switch this sh*t up on you again
[?] I was done
No, nah, I'm never done, alright
I am never f*cking done (Ha), man, never (Ha, ha)

[Part III]

[Intro]
[?]

[Verse]
I swear to God, I'll rip that f*ckin' head right off yo' f*ckin' shoulders, b*tch
I'm the f*ckin' coldest kid to ever f*ckin' do this sh*t
Better speak with some respect if you gon' f*ckin' step to this
Yappin' 'bout some cap inside that diss
Someone come get they b*tch
You is never 'bout that sh*t, you just a stupid pacifist
Post about me 80 times a day, get the f*ck off my di*k
“Tryna keep it hip-hop” you ain't even know what rappin' is
Pick a spot and on my mom, I swear to God we throwin' fists
You a f*ckin' faggot, b*tch
Tryna send that shot you missed
Chronically online, braindead, retarded special ED trick
Gotta say my name so much, you love my c*ck, you doin' tricks on it
I know you're scared, your whole career a sham, and I revived that b*tch
[Outro]
Prolly happy as f*ck your shady-ass music is getting f*cking played 'cause you had to talk 'bout me, f*ckin' loser

[Part IV]

[Intro]
This is what your music sounds like
A fart, like someone just sharted their pants
It's horrible

[Verse]
Yeah, you can blow a di*k, muthaf*cka
Thinkin' that I ever gave a damn, huh
I'on give a f*ck that you're trans
I just think your music f*ckin' bad
Sick and tired of babysittin' all these rappers
What, they all my kids
Karma Mob is just a Spider Gang for kids that don't know what gender is
Hope you die
I start throwin' knives
I let bullets fly
I got nothin' nice to say, lil' b*tch
You know I'm trife, yeah
The first rapper on my hit list wasn't you, but you went threw a b*tch fit
So I do what I do best and p*ss sh*t off, yeah, yeah
Huh, gimme that beat then I'm f*ckin it, yeah
If they want sh*t then I'm talkin' it, yuh
It don't take nothin', I'm runnin' laps on you' muthaf*ckas
p*ssed off I'm on the same earth as this sucka
Shut the f*ck up, you just cookie cutter
I got gun it goin blaka blaka
You just mad yo' mother f*cked yo' brother then you popped out
I'm recordin this sh*t wit' my c*ck out
Daddy's bouta put you in a time-out
Cub Scout, Girl Scout
b*tch boy, b*tch-made
Get a camera out so I can see your face when I spazz out
Blackout
Act out
Crash out
Walk in that b*tch wit' ma' flags out
Think it's time to take the trash out
You ain't nothin but a class clown
Pull up to Oakland, I camp out
Turn up on Stephi, then hop out
Every single day I ball out, ball out, ball out
Muthaf*cka better hideout (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Stop talking all that dumb-ass sh*t you're talking about
You don't know me, you don't know what I do
[?] you don't know nothing about me
You stupid f*cking b*tch (Uargh, eugh)

[Part V]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Nah, nah, ha

[Verse]
Stupid cuck, b*tch, know I run sh*t
Been doin' it for a minute
All that sh*t you rap about really suck, b*tch, shut the f*ck up, quit it
Fag boy talkin' 'bout he got some more to say, go ahead then spit it
Fag boy on my di*k so much, Afourteen only f*ck with women
I got too much money to be worried about this bullsh*t
Make a joke one time, this muthaf*cka get to throwin' fits
Soft as f*ck, you sensitive as sh*t
Bro, I'm sick of it
Think I'm shaken up about that diss? Nah, not one bit
Put me in that ring with anybody, make that f*cker quit
Think I'm goin' crazy right now, b*tch
This just the practice
I ain't start beef with a rapper, you just an actress
You ain't tryna meet me, pus*y boy, leave you cracked ribs

[Part VI]

[Intro]
It's crazy now that you can put the beginning of my song on your sh*t like I was talking 'bout you
You're actually f*ckin' special ED
It makes sense, though, people like you that sh*tpost on the internet don't really f*cking think clearly anyways, so I ain't really sure about it

[Verse]
You a speedbump, give that sh*t up, I ain't finna go address it again
Give the mic up, put that sh*t down
Then go back to crossdressin' in bed
You ain't know a single fact about me, pus*y boy, better get that sh*t through yo' head
On my momma, if I see lil' Stephi in the field, bet I'm f*ckin' leavin' him dead
On my momma, if I see lil Stephi in the field, bet I fill his body wit' lead
On my momma, if I see lil Stephi in the field, I'm shootin', I ain't missin' the head
I ain't finna make another track 'bout this sh*t
7 minutes all that you get
Go ahead and cry back to your fanbase, muthaf*cka
You know I'm the best, b*tch

[Outro]
It's 14
Even when I said it, it sounded f*cking gay, bruh (Shhhh), you gotta stop
Good boy, be quiet, good little boy
I believe there's a lot of things wrong when you have a fat blonde social reject f*cking loser marketed as a female online to an impressionable-ass community that's more than likely autistic—get the f*ck away from the kids! This sh*t p*sses me off, bro, it really f*cking p*sses me off
*mixed laughter* (Oh, God)
Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm geeked off a f*ckin' Monday