Asian Jake Paul (feat. Boyinaband)

We will act immediately

Calling all units, shots fired, shots fired in front of the Supreme store

There's about to be a two-six-one in progress

Send all available units, send in the backup

Send in the big guns, send in the canine unit

Send in the, fuck

I wanna be gay 'cause you're fucked and I wanna savor it

But it's cool, after smashing you I'll Paypal you two K

Oh no, you getting mad

You knocked the phone right outta my hand

That shit is fucking absurd

You're a rapper who can't resolve shit with words

Talk like you eating some paste

Hey, is that your IQ or your age

Hey, say to your audience face

Hey, how Jacob's Sartorius tastes

Hey, look afraid, musta seen a ghostwriter

Well, ditto, little bitch, but I'm not scared to show mine

You been pretending ever since your little rice balls descended

Let kids think you did it all

When you weren't capable of making up playground insults

That's bad, but then I heard you try to rap

I was more disappointed than when I found out

Casey Neistat didn't have nice tats

Boy gotta flex

Gotta flex, flex, flex

Because when you've got no personality

Replace it with a Rolex

You really don't see your friends rolling their eyes, hoping to die

They're so tired of you throwing the price of what you buy in their face

No, no, no, no, you think they're gonna say

Oh my God, you're such a legend

You make me so wet with your reckless spending

You've gained my respect, and you're, oh, so funny

Please, take me to your mansion and fuck me

You're fucking delusional so try your best to remember

You're not a pimp, you're a borderline sex offender

This boy a flavor of the month, but which is it, huh?

A whiny Vietnamese wannabe gangsta is salt and vinegar

You're like Kanye without the talent

Like Jackie Chan but a little faggot

Like Soulja Boy but, actually, yeah, you're exactly like Soulja Boy

So you don't wanna look like a little bitch

But, dude, you're gonna be crucified

How can you claim that shit

When you too scared to go in on PewDiePie

Little ho, little bitch

Suck my five point three inch dick

Admit that you just got pounded

I'd say take the L if you could pronounce it

Get it, because you're Asian

That's what you wanted, right

Hey, let's make fun of the Asian boy with his Asian boyish eyes

Jesus Christ, you're as predicable as a house tour

To call you surface level would be an insult to the ground floor

Whatever you promise to follow you quit

You can't persist for shit, you narcissistic prick

Your audience is fickle, here's what I predict

You're channel's bound to crash down to rubble, oh no

How the fuck could someone called gum not realize they're in a bubble

But, let me guess, I'm irrelevant, right

Isn't that your excuse when you're too stupid to explain your views

'Cause you're as basic as a one block Rubik's Cube

You're an insecure, unoriginal little bitch, and that's that

So, come to think of it, you're actually the dog filter on Snapchat

Got cash, cash money and the views and the clicks

And yet you're always gonna be a little bitch

Now I'm finished as planned

It was just three minutes, so it wasn't that bad

But I got one question to ask you, bro

Did it feel good though?