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Syrup Brothers (Corrupt and Strainofdamned Diss)
- He’s back, bitches
- Fuck Corrupt and Strain, yeah
- Two motherfuckers chillin’ in a snowbank, and their bars sound cold but they just so blank
- Corrupt think he got that deep tank, but he rap like he journaling his mood rank
- (How you feelin' Strain?)
- What you know about ice when it don't even break? What you know about drips when it come from a lake?
- Y’all rap so nice, like a Timbit plate, tryna spit heat, but it's frost you make
- People talkin’ bout rhymes in the snow? Y’all rhyme like a moose on the goddamn road
- (“S s sorry bro…”)
- This ain’t art, it’s apology season, say "pardon me" while your shit is freezin’
- Strain of what? Y’all straining for a reason, you got one fan and it’s blowin’ out treason
- You gon’ call that heat? That’s treetop sap, I pour bars on beats while y’all nap
- From Toronto to Nunavut, still sound flat, tryna bite my flow like a frostbit snack
- I been feelin' like a yeti in a parka, Corrupt rap sad like a wintertime marker
- Strain so lost he record in igloo silence, claim he raw but it’s strictly mildness
- What you know about syrup in the motion? Two Canucks cappin' with no devotion
- Bars so stale like a snowed in ocean, talk real deep but y’all just coastin’
- Talk that ice like y’all built from the tundra, but your wordplay light like brunch in Humber
- Corrupt got quotes like a mom’s screensaver, Strain throw shade but it’s soft like vapor
- You write “bars” like it’s winter poetry slam, flow so stiff, like you rappin’ with a hand cramp
- And I'm floatin’ in the Arctic wind, turning Frostbite verses into spring again
- Tryna flex in a parka, still sound light, Corrupt spill “truth” like a fridge magnet insight
- “Yo, I see pain in the foggy sky” Nah bro, that’s just vape in your mommy’s ride
- Claim y’all raw but your beats all shy, tryna be wolves but it’s “meow” when it’s time
- Y’all from the land of “please” and “thanks” but act like y’all bleed in poetic planks
- Strain of what? Just strained and guessin,’ you know there’s no real confession
- “Sadboi chic” ain't a learned lesson, you TikTok tears through a therapist session
- Corrupt got lines like a faux philosopher, name sounds tough, but he’s lavender
- Talk revolution but sippin’ a cider, drip so light like a snowbird diver
- He say, “I'm calm,” but he ban on sight, he mod like a cop who just banned for likes
- Strain got banned on his own server charter, power hungry mod with a snowball armor
- Strain power trippin’, hand on the button, kick you out for a pun, no warnin’ or somethin’
- Ban list long like a scroll on summon, but his shit sounds like it’s built from nothin’
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