Little Nicky - Denace, Spencer Sharp

I think it’s over Nick

You better call it quits

It’s getting awkward Nick

I think you have lost your shit

You should’ve pause a bit

And thought the cost of this

Before you made yourself

Look like an idiot

I think its over Nick

You better call it quits

It’s getting awkward Nick

I think you have lost your shit

You should’ve pause a bit

And thought the cost of this

Before you made yourself

Look like an idiot

Dear Nick

I wrote to you but you still ain’t calling

I didn’t mean to rush you

But come on, stop stalling

You fucking hack

Now I am a raging alcoholic

Like Mariah was, High on Drugs

Sloppy on sage falling

We could’ve formed a rap group, I thought the time was now

Bought knee pads, for these jabs

When Conceited is Wild’n Out

Look at this race baiting Nick do

This is a major issue

I’m a rage against you

Shut you up bitch

Like date rapist tissues

Nick the custodian

Broom stick in your orifice, or a fist

Skip rope when your Fallopian cord is ripped

And don’t cross me like Mormons Nick

Or the Morgue you’re in

Will have your corpse so deformed that

The fucking coroner quits

You better watch your friendships

They lying to get shit

They want your money Nick

They broke and bummy Nick

Next

Nice Slap

But why mad

Calm down Kelly

Don’t ruin that bright bag

And tight drag

You’re as intimidating as a white dad

In front of a mirror taking a selfie with an Ipad

You couldn’t be lit if you did a fire dance

Around a tribal clan

With an entire can of gasoline and bomb wired pants

I think it’s over Nick

You better call it quits

It’s getting awkward Nick

I think you have lost your shit

You should’ve pause a bit

And thought the cost of this

Before you made yourself

Look like an idiot

I think its over Nick

You better call it quits

It’s getting awkward Nick

I think you have lost your shit

You should’ve pause a bit

And thought the cost of this

Before you made yourself

Look like an idiot

Dear Nick, I wrote to you

But you still ain’t callin' (Why not?)

Invitation canceled?

Bitch, this isn’t what you wanted!

Stop acting like you trolling

You know this ain’t no joke

That Hailie comment alone

Gon' get your trail smoked

So face it

N' quit

Or I’m making you dig

This grave for you, Nick

When you placed

In that ditch

Having tats don’t make you gangster

In 2019, it makes you a white

Basic ass bitch

Speaking of which

Justina, thanks for calling me a punk, dude

Got that dm you sent me

Just wanted to say, «Fuck you!»

Just playing

Justina, I actually love you

And I’d take you on a date by the lake

But Charlie ate all the lunch food

He’s back with this pack of Big Macs

And this cheese

Kit-Kats N' whip cream

As he battles disease

Please, Conceited ain’t cutting crack

With this baking soda

You Baby Yoda

Cute fuck

Where’s the baby stroller?

People won’t remember

Your arrival on the scene

When your biggest achievement

Was going viral as a meme

Sheeeeeeesh

Slow it down

Yea, let’s take it slowa

These rappers practice

Naked yoga with no ladies ova

You fellas ain’t good

You just act tough like Ray Liotta

But behind scenes

Charlie’s Shrek a

And Hitman plays Fiona

Meanwhile, how

Are you so mean and wild

When your words mean nothing

Like Trump’s impeachment, wow

I don’t give a shit about this beef

Like vegans bowels

Put Charron in the ocean

Let’s see him freestyle now

Punk

Ayo, keep it down

It’s Kells

I love the Cleveland Browns

Stop yelling at the mic (Beard is weird)

Kells

Cleveland

I’m out

I think it’s over Nick

You better call it quits

It’s getting awkward Nick

I think you have lost your shit

You should’ve pause a bit

And thought the cost of this

Before you made yourself

Look like an idiot

I think its over Nick

You better call it quits

It’s getting awkward Nick

I think you have lost your shit

You should’ve pause a bit

And thought the cost of this

Before you made yourself

Look like an idiot

Ayo, cut the beat

Yo, you just got killed

By Denace and Spencer Stan Sharp

Got your body racing

Like Kevin’s damn heart

After the 11 xans start

To mix with the Bacardi dark

As your feet shake on the pedal

And charge off the Mulholland Drive

Landmark and land in the damn park

So think fast

Cuz I’m at your door

And I just detached the Ring app

Forget Wild’N Out cuz

You must be playing games

If you think this is a dream cast

I’d rather swing bats at Amanda Cerny

Then cook up a King Bach

Grab a vine then swing fast past

Hannah’s stocking on Christmas

And sling ash, bitch

P. S. Lele Pons should have to pay a cringe tax

And the government should use the money

To get that bitch pimp slapped

Oh yeah

And fuck Lord Jamar

Sincerely, Stan

Make sure, you never want to be seen

And heard from ever again