G.O.A.T. Activities lyrics

[Verse 1]
I be rappin' until I’m eighty-six
I be puttin' my f*ckin' di*k inside of an atheist
You call me a god, but I say, “nah”
'Cause this one b*tch doesn’t believe in that sh*t
Now, believe me when I say that I’m the best
But I don’t wanna overshadow all the rest
Who came in this game to become Satan on the mic
They spit hot fire — wish I knew what that was like
But I don’t wanna sound too desperate
To get some b*tches on my c*ck and I later get arrested
Every teacher always said:
“Always work on your work and don’t j*rk
Oh, by the way, you’ll never get rest, kid”
So I stayed up all night
To prove I could raise hell up on the mic
I don’t need training wheels for my bike
I wanna take the long road down
And maybe I’ll—

[Interlude]
Stop with the corny f*ckin' bars and let’s go

[Verse 2]
Stop that sh*t
I don’t wanna be known as that guy
Who tells lies, and has a
di*k that is as big as a fly (It’s not)
Your di*k is as big as a gnat
You say it’s not, but I know that’s cap
I’m number one, and you’re two
I gotta flush the toilet after takin' a poo (That’s you!)
Uh, I gotta quit the rappin' sh*t
I’m am an addict of an inadequate
It is inaccurate that I’m comin' back again
To slap some men after they tap my pen
What am I sayin’? Nothin'
Just clap your hands
[Interlude]
(Switch it again!)

[Verse 3]
Let me tell you this
I never wanted to release this
But what do I ever want to release?
Lando Commando 2, b*tch
Remember when I f*cked that atheist?
Okay, uh, I really didn’t
I actually f*cked your mom with Jacob deGrom
You know it was the best
I only got a couple rhymes in my chest
This song is dookie like Johnny Test
Yeah, I don’t need a rest
I love big ass but I love big breasts
Like the one I f*cked with the dude on the Mets
No, not Mookie Betts
He’s on the Dodgers — f*ck that team
It’s all about the Yankees

[Outro]
Yuh
pus*y
Aye, I’m the GOAT and you should know this
Aye, f*ck you, ho ass b*tch