[Intro]
Uh, hah
We got Brandon and we got Jared
Yeah
[Hook]
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I honestly don't get it
[Verse One]
These girls looking up to Ricky Dillon
He s**s my dick and I make millions
What's his trick
Because I'm cute and got tits
They play dumb and make trillions
I think I cracked the niche to make a viral video
Free kick it, add some tits and say a lot of racist sh**
Then you're a hit
Spit it, hit it, write it
But I'm a hypocrite for saying this sh**
Uh
[Hook]
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
But I'll play with this sh** anyways
[Verse Two]
Why do people think O2L have success
They're talentless, careless, reckless, wasted youth
These dumb motherf**ers would set a headdress on fire
Have you heard half these YouTubers set lists
I thought CVS made it
Let's take a bet
How many of them will be homeless at 23, 23
But it's okay
Their forehead says "no regrets" anyway
So f**ing dumb, it's numb
Just drum and strum and thumb
Your mom likes to hum as you cum
That's because she drinks a lot of rum
Some scum mom, buh-tum buh-tum
That I will cum to your album
So dumb so I use it as a cum rag
Sums up the date of your birth
It's okay, I slay
I'll beat a f*g any day
Hey I don't play
I just get paid
You better pray
That I'll beat your a** gay, aye
Hah
[Hook]
Don't get it
I really, really don't get it
Really don't get it
I wish I got it
But I really don't
But I guess I'll play with it
Uh
[Verse Three]
I don't get it
b**hes tripping while I'm sipping yo
Why your b**hes tripping dog
Your b**h a liar
Playing games like Markiplier
You better call the cops cause I'm bringing fire
Your b**h a heffer
Turn you gayer than Joey Graceffa (oh my god)
Like, would I hit it? Nah, never ever
But whatever, forget it
Your b**h, I hit it
The beat, I k**ed it
This joint, I split it
PewDiePie, what the f** is your deal
Your videos are sh**, you got no s** appeal
Like for real
I'm on a roll, I'm a ferris wheel
You're showing more rainbows than a f**ing color wheel
I hate these b**hes, they call themselves stars
They talk about their wounds but got no proof of the scars
And I'm from Mars
Coming down from the morning stars
I'm on my way to make you burn like a cigar
You ain't original, y'all follow the same trends
Rocking the same sh** with all of the same friends
And I pretend like it'll come to an end
You're so f**ing boring, I can't even comprehend
It's not even okay
Like Ray William Jay
He fell out of the fame
Now he's trying to make his way
He puts videos on Facebook like everyday
And it's just a shame no one cares what he has to say
Just do your thing and don't get lost in the pit
Whatever you do, just be pa**ionate
Seeing the same old sh** is just making me sick
Like why the f** is everyone doing it
I don't get it
Yeah
[Hook]
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I honestly really don't get this sh**
But I'll do it
[Verse Four]
I still don't get it
Who's Omnision? Enough said
I'd totally give Shane Dawson head
He said, "Fred's dead"
I turn red cause Jennxpenn was in my bed
Hold one sec
She gave some hella neck, it was lit
I guess I can Uber with this clique
They're so f**ing rich for being dumb as sh**
Lisa Nova, please bend over
She said, "turn over and get ready to take my strap on, b**h"
Uh
[Hook]
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I really don't get this sh**
I really don't get it at all
Uh
[Verse Five]
Read my goddamn lips
I'm so over this galaxy sh**
I'm never asking for a DIY again
b**h, just teach me how to knit
I don't need to know how to galaxy sh**
I guess I'll just masturbate to your face
I don't even wanna hit third base
Bae says I don't need to take you on a date
Cause I live in the goddamn United States
Uh
[End Hook]
I don't get this
I don't get it
I don't get it
What are we teaching our youth though?
What the f** is this
And you call this YouTube?
YouTube used to be a creative place
Now it's just full of bullsh**, like this
Uh, oh my god