[Verse 1: Tommy Boy] Lookin' at these f*ggots like "what are you thinking?" Get your a** shot like president Lincoln See it your eyes and your dicks are shrinking Cause you in cold water b**h, your f**ing sinking Invisible kids, call it invisible squids Cause the only f**ing marks that they makin is skids They don't know what to do and they don't know where to go Maybe cause the jacc official crew is running the show And we're gonna blow, all up in your face With f**ing bombs and sh**, call us Arabian race And disgrace You motherf**ers on this beat You can't rap with us so just admit defeat We elite We hot like the Miami heat And we riding to fame, you b**hes in the backseat Just stop Before I f**ing get Jehvon, and you know when that n***a comes on The attention is drawn He ain't ever messing around And when he gets on the mic, he will f**ing expound To the reasons Why these kids have no f**ing swagger Conner Flood the b**h leader, and he's meeting my dagger He's a bragger And he ain't got no moves like jagger Yeah that was corny But his girl Sam is horny I had to do it I'm sorry boys I thought we were friends But instead I guess this is how it ends Its twisted, kinda how deanna bends And look at all our fans we only setting trends I'll see ya later All our dicks big like pillars And please call us Apple Jaccs because we cereal k**ers [Verse 2: Lucid] Invisible Kids Didn't think that I would write back But open up ya belly lemme get my f**in knife back k** the beat and bring it right back Jacc official k** it Scribble my initials and our swag youll never bite that Flow is foolish and these n***as keep testin me You want it come and get it n***a let u have the rest if me I guess its just the pest in me Punture ya juggular and send it to ya mother n***a jacc untill the d**h of me Ain't no stopping this My style is preposterous My rhymes is obnoxious And our album you'll be copping this Send it through my esophagus Your b**h I stick my co*k in this Frosh graduate I flip my ta**el then I'm dropping this Once again I'm going crazy bunch of talented kids I'm swagging out and blowing hazy Snap back is quite phasing Retro sixes that I'm lacing Bloody with no trace I f**ed this flow n***a Tell me how my dick taste