Insecure

[Part I] [Verse 1: Quadeca] He's so insecure Nowhere to run, nowhere for more [Interlude] Nah, sike, fuck that shit, fuck that shit (Yeah, yeah, you already know, bro) Turn up the fuckin' beat, bro, hahaha (KSI, what the fuck are you talkin' about, man?) Yeah, yeah, man, c'mon, man, c'mon (C'mon, none of that fake deep shit in my diss tracks, bro) None of that, none of that (Hahaha, yeah) Ayy (Antt Beatz) [Verse 2: Quadeca] JJ, I'm so sorry you're angry (Sorry) Hairline so fucked up, your barber is Tay Keith (Haha) I'm eighteen, makin' main stages (Uh-huh) You were eighteen and a virgin in the basement makin' rape faces (What?) And now you really think your music is the most heat? (Uh-huh) Oh, that's so profound, you changed? That's so deep Shut the fuck up, leave the studio and record some FIFA (Hehe) They torture people with your music out in North Korea Got so big and made so many stacks (Uh-huh) That your friends are terrified to let you know that you're wack (True) Now your homies are your yes-men, ego's over the max (Wow) Call Shane Dawson, I think this guy's a sociopath, huh? (Haha) I saw you leave the studio with Diss God You don't make your own shit, so how you gonna diss Quad? (How?) Had to point the finger like when old folks typin' But I killed your writer once, now he a ghost-ghost writer, ayy I never thought that KSI would make me get in the booth (Nah) But all your friends fuckin' with me, way more heavy than you (Ahaha, it's true) I'm tellin' the truth, I'm small, I'm skinny, I'm white I got a lisp, I'm awkward, and I'm fuckin' better than you, yeah Yeah, let's take it back to the past When you made a vid, and people would actually laugh At how you reacted to packs instead of how bad you could rap, huh It's actually sad how you don't know that you are actually bad, it's actually mad I'm actually really gonna get up to the bands, but I'll never understand why you really wanna ban me Yes-men actin' like a fan, but they keep you in a bubble that you live in like Sandy I just been stickin' to plan A, you more a fan of the plan B (Huh?) I know it must be hard, you're like, "My own fans can't stand me" (Antt Beatz) Yeah, your music is not complex You talk nonsense, mediocre wit' a god-complex (Hahaha) You're delusional, on drugs, or you fuse the two You're like the black Marina Joyce meets FouseyTube, huh How you gonna call me awkward? You a big nerd Make you turn blue in the face just like you Squidward But to be honest, bro, I wish that I was still a fan Logan Paul, come and film this, I think I just killed a man (Bitch, hahaha, yeah) [Bridge: Quadeca] Bitch (Bitch) I don't care about no mo'fuckin' whip, no, no (I don't care about no whip) Fuck them diamonds on your wrist, no (Fuck them diamonds on your wrist, wrist) There's more to life than this, yeah, yeah (There's more) [Chorus] I got you insecure Turn your whole life into a blur Had to let you right back in my world [Segue: Randolph, KSI & Miniminter] —Say, if Quadeca's watching this right now He will one-hundred percent disagree with you And think he is better than you because of whayt-wha-what you've put out Yeah, and then, I'ma put stuff out (I think that's just-) And then, I'm gonna blow him out the fuckin' water— (Hehehe—) [Part II] [Verse 1: Quadeca] Yeah, you ridin' waves, can't get out of the water Can't buy a good song for a dollar (Huh, huh) I ain't never been the type to just follow (Huh, no) You like, "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?" Just shut the fuck up, time to stop, bro (For real) Sayin' words, but they all feelin' hollow (Yeah) Put down the mic and pick up the Elgato (Hahaha, yeah) [Verse 2: Quadeca] I used to watch this guy, back in grade five (Yeah, uh-huh) The Sidemen, they ain't even on your side (No-no) Decide, man, what's the reason they would lie? (What's the reason?) Quadeca on their playlist more than KSI (Haha) Yeah, JJ shootin' shots like an AK But he made waves bein' lonely with a rape face Now he change face thinkin' that he gonna save face Hit 'em from across the fuckin' ponds, no Lele Lele, this my payday, you a neigh-say JJ, bro, you change-changed from the great days And not in a good way, in a bad way How you gonna talk that way when you're trash, mate? (Ayy, yeah) Yeah, I just checked out what your 'Gram was on (Yeah, uh-huh) Yeah, not a photo without a bandana on (No) Yeah, keep that hidden, you so scared, why? (Why?) What you hidin' more? Is it your girlfriend or your hairline? (Oh-ho-ho) [Verse 3: Quadeca] Look, bro, I'm getting confused The real music ain't really gettin' no views (No) When you said, "I'm done with music" We all wished that you were tellin' the truth (Haha) You had to go transform? That's so deep and you're so sick (Wow) KSI, you're an asshole And you transformed into a bigger prick (Hahaha) [Verse 4: Quadeca] Yeah, no, you can't get on my caliber (Nope) British bitches tryna shoot they shot, Boston Massacre (Yeah) Know I'm too spectacular, I just can't find your talent, sir (Where?) I think that ended back in 2012, just like that calendar (Hoo-hoo) Dodge the bullshit like a matador Just tell me, the fuck are you rappin' for? Bitch, I do not gotta go boxin' to knock you And pop your whole head goin' back and forth (Huh?) I got the drive, you a passenger They ask, "Could I hop on your track or verse?" I think I would rather get stabbed by a dagger And die while I'm wearin' some Maverick merch [Outro: KSI, Miniminter & Randolph] You wanna fight Quadeca? That's what I mean, like, I fuckin'- Bro, that's what I mean, you can't beat me I'm a fuckin', like, unbeatable force And Quadeca's gonna think he's better than you? Yeah, but please, please, man Hahaha Don't— get that shit out my face Haha God