The Greatest Douche Ever Rap - JT Music

Step into my crib, take in that awful smell

You eatin' Mickey D’s?

I stick with Taco Bell

Pass me the Mountain Dew, because it’s hot as hell

Sweaty wifebeater, you know I rock it well

OG Gamer and I’m here to prove it

Screw you Fruit Ninjas, I think Candy Crush is stupid

When I was growin' up, we didn’t have the same toys

Before y’all were born, I was playin' Game Boys

(You mean the Advance?) Nah punk, I’m talkin' Pocket

(I've never heard of that) Turn yo back and keep on walkin'

You own a Gamecube?

Ha!

What are you, three?

If you own an NES, then you can talk to me

I’ve played 8-bit, I bet you have not

See, I been gamin' long before you even had CoD

(You should talk, dude) Why?

(Do you have balls? Sounds like you’re 13)

No, I am an adult!

That’s why I’m a trash-talkin' rap god

And your face is the place where I’ll let my sack drop

Invite your sorry ass to a private chat just

So I get the last word and then you’ll get blocked

First name Greatest, last name Ever

Screw you Drake, you are so not clever

Studio gamers tryna take my name

But here’s a birth certificate, check the date

Seriously, mine came first

All you see is sky, all I see is ground

Now that I’m at the top, I’m only looking down

For every game I play, I win another round

The people who have beat me are never found

They told me, 'you won’t make it ever'

Now I’m sittin' on the throne as the greatest ever

(Can I try to play?) Sure, whatever

(Let me win for once!) But I still don’t let her

(You're a jerk)

Sorry baby, gotta hold up that reputation

Check out the new sticks, customized

Behold Excalibur and this is Wreckin' Time

When I’m online, I always get recognized

(You make video game raps?) Yep

(Get a life!)

Haters gonna hate when you are the game king

Every single one’s gonna raise up my KD

I just gotta thank 'em (why?)

Cuz they made me

Like I was their Frankenstein, now they hate me

We be runnin' this, this isn’t your lobby

I’m the reason why your butt is getting sore, buddy

You think you’re hot shit?

Better check the score, buddy

You my clan tag at the top, 4−20

I’m a skilled freak, game-long killstreaks

That’s my name that you keep seein' on the killfeed

Guilty as charged with winning

XP through the roof, chimney

Chimney, chimney

Through the roof like a mothafuckin' chimney

Chimney, like a chimney

That doesn’t make sense, but it’s kinda catchy

People tell me I should get outside

Maybe pick up a sport, because I’m pasty-white

You’re a loser if that’s how you spend your time

And if you’ve got a tan, you should get a life

I started with Machinima way back when

But they didn’t discover me, I found them

And YouTube is the place that I made my name on

Rockin' out on Xbox, screw PlayStation

I’ll start up a flame war to kick your ass

Publicly humiliate you and get some laughs

Even outside the game world, I’m livin' in class

Just check out my whip, it’s real efficient on gas

Seriously though, 40 miles to the gallon

2013 Honda Civic, excellent car

Oh, time for the chorus

All you see is sky, all I see is ground

Now that I’m at the top, I’m only looking down

For every game I play, I win another round

The people who have beat me are never found

They told me, 'you won’t make it ever'

Now I’m sittin' on the throne as the greatest ever

Screw Call of Duty because Halo’s better

Even if I lose, I never rage quit, never