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Fine Dust
- First off, Tewsly, quit spewing bullshit like it’s gospel, and making up facts
- That exist solely in the festering swamp inside your ass
- You couldn’t grasp reality if it walked up and slapped you in the face
- You’re not misunderstood, you’re just always wrong in every way
- Every single time we’ve clashed I’ve ground your weak ass arguments
- Into fine dust and laughed while you scrambled to fix
- And reassemble your pride from the intellectual rubble
- You come at me with your kindergarten level logic and I end up crushin’
- You, and you get vaporized like the irrelevant gnat you are
- The way you talk makes me think you sincerely believe your own horseshit
- It’s like watching a flat earther try to do astrophysics
- You cling to your warped version of the world because reality
- Is too brutal for someone as mentally fragile for your ass to see
- You probably regurgitate the same recycled garbage
- From whatever echo chamber you jerk off in every night, you’re retarded
- Not enlightened, bitch you’re a deluded cretin cosplaying as an intellectual
- Every excuse that falls out of your mouth smells like the desperate
- Flailings of someone who’s never won anything in their miserable life
- You lost because you’re garbage, not because the stars misaligned
- Or Mercury was in Gatorade, or whatever dumbass lie
- You’re clinging to today, you talk like you’ve got something to offer
- But everything you say is a steaming pile of verbal diarrhea when you’re talkin’
- I’ve heard more coherent insights from a drunk guy yelling at pigeons
- Bitch I’ve seen toddlers with better grip on logic than
- You, because you couldn’t rap your way out of a wet paper bag
- Even if I gave you a chainsaw, you treat every conversation like a chance
- To show off your faux intellect, but all you ever reveal is how tragically little
- You actually know, you’re not profound, you’re profoundly stupid bro
- You think dissing is just repeating the same dumbass point louder and slower
- As if that’ll magically strengthen all the brain dead opinions you’re throwin’
- You’ve mistaken volume for value and confidence for competence
- And don’t think I haven’t noticed the limp dicked bravado
- You put on like a costume, you walk into arguments
- Chest puffed like a dollar store peacock to get
- Obliterated and limp away like a rejected clown, you’re a joke
- A pathetic, walking punchline nobody laughs with, just at, bro
- And Justiceproctor, you’re a half melted wax figure of a person, just a sad, slouched lump
- With the charisma of a wet sock and the hygiene to match, you bum
- Probably got the same fitness level as a moldy couch cushion
- And that’s me being generous, I’d wager you think you’re a
- Champion of truth or some dumb shit, when really you’re just parroting
- Whatever flavorless garbage fits your pathetic narrative
- You think contrarianism is clever, when it’s just you being a dick for no reason
- And not even a smart one, and you can try to play the victim all you want
- But nobody’s buying your sob story, you’re not a tragic hero, you’re a cunt
- Every excuse you sling is just another shovel full of dirt
- Onto the grave of your credibility, you’re not misunderstood
- You’re just a fucking embarrassment, you probably cry yourself to sleep
- Thinking about how I be handing your ass to you every week
- You replay them in your sad little mind, trying to rewrite the narrative
- But you got fucking wrecked, and deep down you’re aware of it
- You exist to lose, that’s your entire function in this ecosystem
- To be beneath us, and you’ve been consistent, never once rising above your mediocrity
- Never once surprising anyone by not being a colossal dumbass
- Predictability is your only achievement and that’s a fact
- You bring nothing but shame to any platform unfortunate enough
- To host your whiny bullshit, if you had even an ounce of self awareness
- You'd delete your account, crawl back under the rock you came from
- And do the world the courtesy of shutting the hell up
- But like an infected wound, you just keep festering, spewing more of your stupid stuff
- You’re not misunderstood, silenced or unfairly treated, you’re just trash
- And the sooner you realize that, the better it’ll be for your ass
- Because until then, you’re gonna keep stepping up to people like me
- And getting your face slammed into the curb over and over every week
- Every sentence you spit is a gentle, pathetic exercise in mental
- Feebleness, the punches you deliver land softer than wet spaghetti
- You’re barely managing to breathe without tripping over your own feeble
- Sense of relevance, you’ve got the tenacity of a melted cheese stick
- And no credibility, every gesture, reference, and desperate attempt to
- Be clever or edgy just ends up reeking of deseperation and dejection
- You’re not dangerous, you’re decorative, like a doily soaked in loser tears bro
- Your intellect’s a gentle breeze swirling through an empty theater
- Echoing with the sound of regret and mediocrity
- You don’t elevate conversations, you depress them with your retardedness
- You’re the epitome of effort wasted, every effort to engage with you
- Is like trying to decipher beige wallpaper, you’re dull and not cool
- Your sentences sound like they came from a Sesame Street dropout bruh
- Excreting takes so dumb it makes vegetables look like philosophers
- Your brain is softer than a melted marshmallow left on a radiator
- Even your presence is like an enema to intellect, cleansing, maybe
- But deeply unpleasant and best forgotten, you’re the centerpiece of failure
- The soft and saggy middle of every argument when you’re wailin’
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