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Cucksticeproctor Response
- You fucked up beyond repair, you could’ve walked away
- And lived out your sad existence in your pathetic little lane
- You ain’t shit, not now, not before, and not ever
- You act like people should give a solitary fuck about you, but guess what
- Nobody does, you’re the human equivalent of a mosquite bite bro
- Because you’re annoying, and something people forget about after a while
- Claiming I started this, you came at my crew unprovoked like a chump
- And let my name live rent free in your corny ass album
- You ran your mouth for no reason so now you’re getting stomped out
- And you wanna cry about it, I’ll give you something to cry about
- And your diss track wasn’t the reason you got the ban hammer
- Quit trying to gas yourself up, we know Strain kicked out your ass out
- Not because you spat some earth shattering bars
- But because you broke the rules, like the sloppy incompetent moron you are
- Cause if brutal disses were illegal then they would’ve gotten the boot from Amir
- And you know exactly which 2 people I’m talking about here
- But no, it’s just your sorry ass getting banned
- For being too dumb to follow basic rules, so stay mad
- And you didn’t destroy shit, half the people in X Factor
- Took turns mopping the fucking floor with your ass bruh
- You were getting sonned left and right, and every time you tried to fire back
- You just embarrased yourself even more, you got bent over and smacked
- And speaking of bending over, let’s address your weird ass obsession
- Just admit you’re gay, you’ll feel so much better
- Ain’t nobody on this site talks about that shit more than you
- You might as well change your name to Lil Backdoor, you fool
- Because it’s clear as day what your interests are
- And you keep comparing youself to Coindrop
- Like you’re even in the same universe as he is
- When it reality he’s 100 times the rapper you’ll ever be, bitch
- You’re slurping his legacy like a damn fanboy, but you ain’t Coindrop
- You ain’t on his level, and you never well be, what you are
- Is a bootleg, gas station version of him, and nobody takes you serious
- So stop embarrasing yourself with these delusional comparisons
- At the end of the day, you’re just a delusional, talentless
- X Factor owned, ass whooped and ass obssessed
- Loser who stays catching Ls and trying to spin it
- Like you’re the one on top, claiming you beat us when you didn’t
- You probably wake up every morning convincing yourself
- That today’s the day you’ll actually matter and do something else
- Besides rot in your bed, and that someone, somewhere, might respect you
- But now I’m about to tell you the harsh and brutal truth
- You are a complete and utter failure, you have no talent, no intelligence
- And most importantly, no fucking shot at beating me, like ever, bitch
- You couldn't outthink me, outfight me, or outlast me on your best fucking day
- And even that would require some divine miracle on your name
- I think about how someone like you exists
- And actually has the audacity to act like they’re worth shit
- You’ve done nothing but embarrass yourself from the moment
- You stepped into this mess, and I’m just waiting for you to own up
- To your mistakes, tap out, and accept your L
- Like the walking, talking failure known as yourself
- You think you're tough, you think you're smart, bitch, chill
- Because I know for a fact that if shit ever got real
- You'd crumble faster than a wet paper bag in a hurricane
- You're built like disappointment, fueled by delusional games
- Ain’t nobody scared of you, ain’t nobody respecting you
- And soon enough, ain't nobody even gonna remember you too
- I don’t just win, humiliate, I make sure people never end up forgettin’
- Their Ls for the rest of their miserable, insignificant existence
- You don’t get to walk away from this with your dignity intact
- Because you never had any to begin with and that’s a fact
- Give up and save yourself the embarrassment, the pain
- And the soul crushing regret that’s coming your way
- But then again, I don’t even think you’re smart enough to do that
- You’ve already set this in motion, and now there’s no going back
- You’re on the express train to destruction, and I’m the conductor
- So go ahead and keep running your mouth like a dumbass
- Keep acting like you got some kind of shot, you fool
- You’ll just crash and burn most spectacularly pathetic way possible
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