[Intro]
Ha ha ha, thanks for the introduction
So Funk Volume fans, I can’t rap, right? Well, I bet you the next one hundred and ten bars say otherwise!
And let me start by showing you how to address somebody with less fans than you!

[Verse 1]
I’m about to eat and pleasantly [bad word] out Shizzy sizzle
And the little Niggy tickles, So I guess I did it for [bad word] and giggles
You found a way to elicit my rage
All your little short bus fans posting your [bad word] diss on my page
So you like to skateboard?
I like to sit and think what I hate more, your stupid [bad word] face, your lisp, or your braids
I’m sorry Shizzy, but I had to mention
With that lisp, your whack [bad word] could take first in the Special Rap Olympics
You're uglier than Swizz's [bad word]  go kiss in his cage
You two go together like Jarren Benton's [bad word] and some AIDS
Why am I dissing you? Hey, I ain’t too much of a prideful coward [bad word] to acknowledge some [bad word] when it sprays
Funk volume? More like punk volume!
I been slapping them silly and they just sit and take it like [bad word] for days!
Look at them shaking in the corner, sharing their body warmth
While the almighty Hopsin sits and gets rich from his slaves
I think it’s funny that your fans think I’m not raw
When everyone of y'all kissed my [bad word]  DJ Hop saw
But he’s a two face pretentious [bad word] pop doll
With Hopsin's hot sauce-covered [bad word] and lock jaw
Look at these punks trying to play dope
You [bad word] are faker than a pack of drag queens on a parade float
It’s time to let you [bad word] know, I’m so "reel", I should be stuck to a fishing pole
Listen, this is punk volume!

[Hook]
Hey, you [bad word]  you can hide, but can’t escape from the vibe
I’m giving you punk volume!
Look around and you’ll see they’re all living a lie, and I'm telling you why
Yo, it’s never gonna stop, on and on I’ll go
Until the whole world hears it and they all will know
That punk volume is going down in flames at the end of the night
And I’m telling you why!

[Verse 2]
Yo, so Hopsin's the greatest rapper alive, right?
I bet you if you scratch his black off
You’ll probably get a 1999 bright blond hair, blue eye, white new guy
With five Spice Girls sitting next to Dr. Dre saying “Hi”, right?
Let's put the facts together, he ain’t a rapper
He’s the worlds’ biggest blackest Marshall Mathers swagger jacker ever
It’s [bad word] sad but clever, every single thing he does, Eminem did ten years in the past and better
He’s just a big clone! Somebody took white contacts and stuck them on a slim shady dip cone
And Eminem’s own fans kids were just stoned enough for it to work, now he's dancing in the end-zone
Look at this leech [bad word] preaching against reefer
While SwizZz, Jarren, and Dizzy Khalifa sit and get blown
Hits home doesn't it, [bad word]  Go on and push me
I got hours of audio that confirms you’re a [bad word] It’s funny as [bad word] watching your fans trying to defend you
And deny all the allegations I filed against you
And you said it with your own words, “I was like a brother”
Who discovered your only loyal to those that benefit you
I was there when you were broke and nourished you
Helping you flourish, pursue your [bad word] purpose, encouraged and asserted you
But when it came time to go to bat for me, you jumped ship
And gave me some cash and told me keep it on the hush tip, like what the [bad word]  [bad word] 
Money can’t erase the pain of your best friend punching you right in your [bad word] face!
And you only apologize when I turn the heat on
And Dame’s like, “He’s gone, let by-gones be peons!
We’re Funk Volume! We don’t need him, [bad word] Jokerr, he mad!
He just wants to use you to get fans he wishes he had!
And what? I’m using you too? Pfft, that’s some crazy [bad word] 
Remember when you couldn’t pay your rent and I came and gave you it?
Remember when you tossed your deal with R