Little Nicky

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 calling (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