​

Good mornin' gamers and weeaboos

Boys and motherfuckin' girls

This is your redhead with no name speakin'

And I'm here to rock your cock

With a tale that will soon be classic

About a gamer you already know

No prostitute he, but the brainlet of your group

Bussy Control (Are you ready?)

Bussy Control, oh

Bussy Control, oh

​

Our story begins in a server

A little boi playing games with his friends

A weeb, a dweeb, no females in sight

Just virgins as far as the eye can see!

One day he went on a date

He got ice cream but no ass ate!

With his chin up, he said "Well at least I got cream

I guess for now the ass eating is a dream"

And back to the server he went

to tell of how he was spent

He told his tale

but the room was stale, but did brainlete boyo care?

No! Why?

So what if my gamers are triflin'?

They just don't know

He said "Gamers didn't tell'em what he told me

Bois, you need Bussy Control" (Are you ready?)

Bussy Control, oh

Bussy Control, oh

​

Bussy got V-Bucks in his pockets

Before he got dick in his drawers

If gamers didn't have good and plenty of their own

In love Bussy never did fall

And this god named Billy wanna stick him

Talkin' more dirty than a weeb

'Bout how he gonna make Bussy a star

If he come and sing an OP on his dicc

Bussy said "Buddy, you crazy if you don't know

the leather club's two blocks down

I'll go ahead and strip down

so we can settle this and go to town (uwu)

So push up on me and spank me

Cause this somebody here wants to feel

Boy, you better act like you understand

When you fucc with Bussy Control" (Are you ready?)

Aaah, Bussy Control, oh

Aaah, Bussy Control, oh

​

With one more verse to the story

I need another piece of your ass

I wanna hip you all to the reason

I'm known as the brainlet of the year

Cause I met this boi named Bussy

At the Club International Balls

He was rollin' four-deep

3 defaults and a weepy-eyed white guy drivin' his bus

I pulled up right beside him

And my pulsating dong went up

I said "Motherfucker, I know your reputation

And I'm astounded that you're here

I fear you're horny and you want to know

A twelve o'clock straight up gamer

That don't give a shit that you're Bussy Control

Well I'm that gamer, at least I'm Tracer

But it's gonna be hard as hell

To keep my mind off a penis

That would make every rich man

Want to succ, succ, succ

Can I tell you what I'm thinkin' that you already know?

You need a motherfucker that eats your ass"

Now say it, Bussy Control (Are you ready?)

Bussy Control, oh

Bussy Control, oh

​

And the moral of this LAN Party is

Gamers, make'em act like they know

You are, was, and always will be Bussy Control (Are you ready?)

Peace and be wild (Aaah, Pussy Control)

Say what, huh? (Oh)

Oh no, don't you think about callin' him the N-Word (Are you ready?)

You fucking degenerate

Best sit your ass down

Talkin' about Bussy Control

Huh, can you dig it?

Oh Bussy Control (Are you ready?)

Oh (Are you ready?)

Bussy Control (Are you ready?)

Oh (Are you ready?)