[Intro]
I'm not a nerd! I'm a GNORK!!
Beat drop
You think you can mess with me?
1/2 your lines don't make sense.
Prepare to be cooked
to the crisp!
[Verse 1]
This'll be the longest time span,
Your best weapon is a pan!
You saw the mirror and you ran!
Unless that was part of your plan!?
Try to make a diss track, but I don't think you can!
You call yourself Daddy Man, but you're not in my clan!
You wrote a whole verse, but it came out flan!
You thought you cooked me, but I gave it a scan!
You grabbed your van, then started your attack,
Your rhyme scheme went tan—wait, what kind of plan is that?
You thought you'd beat Young E? That's some flim-flam!
Your whole diss track ended before it began!
[Chorus]
Young E! Young E!
Back on the track!
Daddy Man! Daddy Man!
Better watch your back!
Young E! Young E!
Bringing that heat!
Daddy Man! Daddy Man!
Can't handle the beat!
You came with the bars, but I came with more!
Young E's still standing—now who's keeping score?
[Verse 2]
Daddy Man walks in like he owns the whole place,
Talking real tough with that old-school face.
You brought your gangster flow, thought you had the attack,
But half of your punchlines don't even hit back!
You called me a nerd? That's the best you could say?
You spent all that time just to roast me that way?
You thought I'd hear your diss and just sit in my chair,
But Young E heard it and said, "You better beware!"
You wanted a battle, you wanted a fight,
So I called up Optical to help me write!
He sharpened the lyrics, I stepped to the mic,
Now Daddy Man's wondering, "Was this a good idea tonight?"
[Chorus 2]
Young E! Young E!
Still running the show!
Daddy Man! Daddy Man!
Now you already know!
Young E! Young E!
Bringing that heat!
Daddy Man! Daddy Man!
Can't handle the beat!
You started this battle, now we're keeping the score!
You brought one diss track—I'm bringing you more!
[Verse 3]
You thought one little diss track was gonna make me fold,
But Young E came back with a story to be told!
You had your little moment, now it's time for mine,
Daddy Man stepped up—but he crossed the wrong line!
I'm not a nerd—I'm a GNORK, remember the name!
You tried to roast Young E, but you entered the wrong game!
You came with your old-school bars, thinking you're the king,
But I came with Optical—and we're changing everything!
So Daddy Man, take a seat, the battle's almost done,
You started all this trouble, now guess who won?
You brought your best attack, but it wasn't enough,
Young E took the mic—and I called your bluff!
[FINAL CHORUS]
Young E! Young E!
Who's got the crown?
Daddy Man! Daddy Man!
Better sit down!
Young E! Young E!
Bringing that heat!
Daddy Man! Daddy Man!
Admit defeat!
Young E came through—BOOM!—now the battle is done!
Daddy Man got cooked, and Young E won!