Knock knock
Open the door
It’s tiktok coming in
Get ya clothes on the floor
Yeah strip, lil b#tch
You was hoping to score
But you gone leave with ya #ssh#l# open and sore
I got, 200 million eyes who ’boutta see
That I’m the new king
These kids bound to agree
Algorithms designed down to a T
To keep them away from you and lookin at me
Ugh
Everybody get the f#ck down
There’s a new top dog in town ready to bust rounds
You got fans but not for long
I’m ’boutta steal ’em with a dance and a poppy song
I Got ’em tiktok challenging
Shakin’ around
And that pedestal you’re on
b#tch I’m breakin’ it down
Nobody wanna watch ya YouTube originals
sh#t is pitiful
Content condition critical
Look
It’s clear to see
You’re fearing me
And your anxiety is rooted in truth
They’re bored with you
I’m fresh and new
My plan to addict ’em all is foolproof
I got the market cornered
Call the coroner
YouTube is now poof
Dust in the wind
This is just the beginning
Of my new control of the Youth
Somebody call will smith
This feline’s lookin real stiff
Scared of the future
But ain’t no rewind time this time lil b#tch
YouTube you lookin real sick
I know that you think I’m a dick
But I want what’s best for you
So I hope that your death is both painless and quick
Oh no
I’m shakin’ in my boots
Tiny dicktok is takin all my views
Userbase a hundred million
Oh wait, mine is 2 billion
That’s right, I am still killing him
I might stick a hot drill in him
Get him off my #ss like Brazilian
My silly man you’ll end up in a filthy pen
With all the other fake #ss b#llsh#t apps
Who try to go toe to toe with the captain
It ain’t hap-nin’
You’ll get slapped then
Taken out back and capped friend
You really think your weak app is haunting me?
How bout you play some sh#t horizontally
Oh that’s right you can’t, how funny
Just like you can’t pay your creators good money
Vsauce, MKBHD, and H3
Charlie, Pewds, meat canyon Dunkey
Scott the Woz, Joel, Dubz, TND
Ain’t no way you f#ckin with me
TikTok douchers dancing around with dumb haircuts
Tryin to be the next Beast
I’ll eat your b#tch #ss for breakfast you bumbling f#ck
Go tell babish to ready the feast
f#ck you
You are not a threat you a dumb fool
Talkin all that sh#t I should punk you
Or Beat you like a drunk uncle with some nuts on his truck do
You’re just a knock-off YouTube wannabe
Get comfy you’re stuck living under me
And if I hear that Oh No song one more time
It’s Lights out b#tch say hi to Vine
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