Miserable

[Part I]

[Intro]
He's so miserable
Nowhere to run, nowhere for more

[Part ll]

Nellaveli, I'm so sorry you're angry (Sorry)
Hairline so fucked up, your barber is Tay Keith (Haha)
I'm 18, makin' main stages (Uh-huh)
You were 18 in the basement (What?)
And now you really think your music is the most heat (Uh-huh)
Oh, that's so profound, you changed? That's so deep
Shut the fuck up
Leave the studio and record some FIFA
They torture people with your music out in North Korea
Got so big and made so many stacks (Huh, huh)
That your friends are terrified to let you know that you're wack (true)
Now your homies are your yes-men, ego's over the max (Wow)
Call Shane Dawson, I think this guy's a sociopath, huh
I saw you leave the studio with a Diss God
You don't make your own shit so how you gonna diss Que?
Had to point the finger like when old folks typin'
But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost ghost writer
Ay, I never thought that you would make me get in the booth
But all your friends fuckin' with me, way more heavy than you
I'm telling the truth, I'm small, I'm skinny, I'm white, I got a lisp
I'm awkward and I'm fuckin' better than you (Yeah, yeah)
Let's take it back to the past
When you made a vid, and people would actually laugh
At how you reacted to packs, instead of how bad you could rap (huh)
It's actually sad how you don't know that you are actually bad
It's actually mad, I'm actually really gonna get up to the bands
But I'll never understand why you really wanna ban me
Yes men actin' like a fan
But they keep you in a bubble that you live in like Sandy
I just be sticking to plan A, you more a fan of the plan B
I know it must be hard, you're like "my own fans can't stand me"
Yeah your music is not complex
You talk nonsense, mediocre with a god-complex
You're delusional, on drugs, or you fuse the two
You're like the black Marina Joyce meets FouseyTube (Huh)
How you gonna call me awkward, you a big nerd
Make you turn blue in the face just like you're Squidward
But to be honest bro, I wish that I was still a fan
Logan Paul, come and film this, I think i just killed a man

[Bridge]
Bitch (Hahahaha) bitch
I don't care about no motherfuckin' whip, no
(I don't care about no whip)
Fuck them diamonds on your wrist, no
(Fuck them diamonds on your wrist)
There's more to life than this (Yeah, yeah)
I got you insecure, turn your whole life into a blur
Had to let you right back in my world

[Interlude: SkittlesDidThat]
Say, if Nellaveli was watching this right now, he would one hundred percent disagree with you, and think he's better than you because of what you put out?
Yeah, and then I'ma put stuff out, and then I'm gonna blow him out the fucking wall

[Part lll]

[Verse]
Yeah
You riding waves, can't get outta the water
Can't buy a good song for a dollar
I ain't never been the type to just follow
You like, "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?"
Just shut the fuck up, time to stop, bro
Saying words, but they all feeling hollow
Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato
I used to watch this guy, back in grade five (Uh-huh)
The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side (No, no)
Decide man, what's the reason they would lie? (What's the)
I'm on their playlist more than you and I
Yeah, JJ shooting shots like an AK
But he made waves being lonely with a rape face
Now he change face thinking that he gonna save face
Hit 'em from across the fuckin' pons, no Lele, Lele
This my payday, you a neighsay
JJ, bro, you change changed, from the great days
And not in a good way, in a bad way
How you gonna talk that way when you're trash, mate? (Yeah)
I just checked out what your 'gram was on (Yeah)
Not a photo without a bandana on (No)
Yeah, keep that hidden, you're so scared, why?
What you hiding more, is it your girlfriend or your hairline?
Look, bro, I'm getting confused
The real music ain't really gettin' no views
When you said, "I'm done with music"
We all wished that you were telling the truth
You had to go transform?
That's so deep and you're so sick
Nellaveli, you're an asshole, and you transformed into a bigger prick
Yeah, no, you can't get on my caliber
British bitches tryna' shoot they shot, Boston Massacre
Know I'm too spectacular, I just can't find your talent, sir
I think that ended back in 2012, just like that calendar
Dodge the bullshit like a matador
Just tell me the fuck are you rapping for?
Bitch, I do not gotta go boxing to knock you
And pop your whole head going back and forth
I gotta drive, you a passenger
They ask, "Could I hop on your track or verse?"
I think I would rather get stabbed by a dagger
And die while I'm wearing some Maverick merch

[Outro: SkittlesDidThat]
You wanna fight Nellaveli?
That's what I mean, I fucking-
Bro, that's what I mean, you can't beat me
I'm a fucking, like, unbeatable force
Shit
AndNellaveli's gonna think he's better than you
Yeah, but please
Please man, don't..
Get that shit out of my face