Earthquake (feat. RiceGum)

[KSI]

You know you fucked up, bro

You know you fucked up

You know?

Tommy Gun shit

How much wood can the woodchuck chuck

If the woodchuck looked like you? (bitch)

I'ma have fun, when the nigga here done

Yeah, the woodchuck would chuck none

Think you're a big man

With a shrimp dick, man

I'ma click-click-clack (bang)

I'ma tell 'em how I see it

The only bitch that I'll bitch slap

Turn you into Riff Raff

Nigga, I'ma kill 'em with the red blade

Gotta lift the fat when you get laid

You a waste of time like a blunt blade

Em and your mum need my upgrade

L for days, I'm switching plays

I fuck with FaZe, the no-scope

Then I hit and blaze

In the same room

We both know you can't afford

You need my shit so take the shit

Your content shit, your Twitch is shit

Your 'gram is shit

I find it hella funny needing Cal

To help save your shit

You really are a pussy (shit)

Tell me, are you clean or a bushy?

Don't fuck with you or that dumb one Ohio nigga

I took aim and I pulled the trigger

In the end tell me, who'll be bigger?

Yeah, yeah not you nigga

'Cause I'ma 8-figure all time pro

Not at the top so you really don't know

Keep playing PUB, only game

I see you winning as my enemy

The 3rd degree, the guarantee

Na you don't wanna battle me

'Cause I'ma leave you in the dirt like a sesame

Brother you are not ready

Top heavy prick with the pot belly, Rob Kelley, woah

You think that the diss at your king

Is the wise thing to do while I'm feeding you?

I'ma keep calling you fat

'Cause that's all of the shit that I see in you

All six side boys hating

'Cause this nigga was the man in the whole group

Nigga in the room, writing words for the tomb

'Cause I come in with a 6 feet

Earthquake, earthquake

Yeah, see a nigga move

Then earthquake, earthquake

Yeah, see a nigga lose

Then earthquake, earthquake

Game over

You ain't ready for business

You on the run, fitness

[RiceGum]

Are you fat or you pregnant

Like a mix of a dyke and a feminist

Fat rolls on your stomach and your neck and wrists

Cross eyed Ron Weasley with the breasts and shit

Everyone in Sidemen is irrelevant

What views did you get before heaven sent

KSI to your life let's measure it

That's none and y'all been his bitch ever since

How you so fat but your bank is not?

And you're living in the house JJ done bought

I'ma wait til your weight is lost

Gotta live with your boobs like Megan

From Drake and Josh

All the titles is aimed for me

Another diss track trend that was made from me

PewDiePie fell off, it's a shame to see

Yeah, his views ain't the same

Like he changed beliefs

Yeah, they always hate on me, I don't listen

I'm too busy getting laid, Hawaiian necklace

I don't want to talk about those Ohio bitches

Talk shit but they soft like Brian Griffin (ayy!)

Pullin' up to my house that's a no-no

Come again you gon' get the action like a GoPro

Jake, how you get dropped from your own show?

Try so hard to ride the wave like a rowboat

But you gon' float, that's your girl? Ugh!

Yeah you cuffed the wrong one like a dumb cop

Nick come out the closet, why you wear

That same shit every day like Spongebob?

[KSI & RiceGum]

All these niggas thinking they can speak

Still I'm making more than them a week

These pussies on contract

Don't bother trying or replying with a comeback

[KSI]

You think that the diss at your king

Is the wise thing to do while I'm feeding you?

I'ma keep calling you fat

'Cause that's all of the shit that I see in you

All six side boys hating

'Cause this nigga was the man in the whole group

Nigga in the room, writing words for the tomb

'Cause I come in with a 6 feet

Earthquake, earthquake

Yeah, see a nigga move

Then earthquake, earthquake

Yeah, see a nigga lose

Then earthquake, earthquake

Game over

You ain't ready for business

You on the run, fitness

Yo, you thought I forgot about you little boy?

Yo, these niggas ain't ready. Yeah!

Little boy trynna get involved

Come on then, come on then

Let's get involved, you prick

Posh boy, now wanna rap

Posh boy, now when I scrap

Posh boy, bout to get clapped

By the end of the verse

You're gonna wish you never did that

Wish you never hit back

Just a little boy get a feeling

When I get him with a click, click, click, clack

(Bang!)