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FW NAA Day (Corrupt Diss)
- //Verse (0:20)
- Mister Mason, where ya been?
- Took ya eight days just to respond to the first diss
- Then six days for the second and the third shit
- Four for the fourth and three for the fifth
- Then on the eighth day I wake up to a blind battle
- 'Cause you's a pussy ass bitch, and I'd make your head rattle
- If I could respond to your lines individually
- But now I got a chance, so time for the killin' spree
- Now get on both knees, bow down to the Factor
- So we can be finished with this stupid ass cracker
- Wannabe rapper, Pac impersonatin' actor
- Bitch, shut the fuck up with all that fake chatter
- You think anyone takes you any kind of serious?
- Man, please, I swear, you's gots to be delirious
- Honestly, the way you doin' shit's so mysterious
- Thinkin' I'ma be speechless, ain't nobody fearin' this
- Second they be hearin' this, they's thinkin' you's a joke
- You'll get smoked if you were genuinely a loc
- Got this fuckin' seagull tryna be a cro
- Thirty two an hour, and bitch, you still broke?
- Fuck with N double A day, and everybody celebratin'
- 'Cause I'm nailin' you in a coffin, I should call you Raymond
- Watchin' you tryna be shit, it's pretty entertainin'
- Seein' you tryna claw your way away from fadin'
- To the background, and man, you're failin'
- Like you did your grammar classes up in third grade, and
- You can't fight for shit, you'd fall and hit the pavement
- Gettin' stomped 'cause we sick of you tryna be replacin'
- Tupac Shakur, who's next? Chris Wallace?
- Bitch, if you do, you better be comin' flawless
- And be cautious, 'cause all of this thoughtless
- Lawless imitation is just makin' me so nauseous
- That I might throw up on your Temu Air Force Ones
- And now, you're out a whole five bucks
- All I'm out of is giveable fucks
- So when I see you tryna drag my name through the mud
- All I can say is nice try, motherfucker
- But tonight, you might die, motherfucker
- Big words from a guy who claims to be mile high
- But your ears weigh you down 'cause they eight feet wide
- Brains over brawn, that's me over you
- 'Cause you the typa guy who couldn't spell IQ
- To get the square root of yours, you'd need that first letter
- If you can even understand my mathematical references
- Or are they goin' over your head like minimum wage?
- Because we know you don't make what you say
- Sixty six thousand and five sixty a year, Mase?
- We see through your lies like they was opaque
- Sayin' I got castrated, how's that scrotoplasty?
- 'Cause you ain't got no balls so they gotta attach these
- Fake plastic ones so you can act tough
- Staple those fuckers to the end of your muff
- You must be a hemaphrodite, 'cause you're a pussy and a dick
- Or the turd I just dropped, man, you're a piece of shit
- Only person sayin' you the GOAT is you and yo mom
- Meanwhile even Slim3Tim3 had to admit Murdergram was the bomb
- I dissed him and he gave me a prop
- Plus I get respect from motherfuckers at the top
- From KQT, GenXjeezy to Coindrop
- A half ounce of scotch is all you've got
- I'm drunk off the love, you drunk off the Whiskey
- I'm drunk off the buzz, you buzzin' like bees
- I got buzz like mozzies, you got buzz from the weed
- All my buzz is 'cause motherfuckers respect me
- Yours is 'cause you return once every couple months
- To make GenXjeezy your main opponent
- Then he wins the beef by a landslide and you leave
- Then you're right back at it in, like, thirteen weeks
- And every time, your bars just sound more weak
- I think K Dot said it best, bitch, have a seat
- Be humble, got some respect for the ones up top
- Otherwise you might just get shot
- Get popped, dropped and buried in a yard
- For messin' with the wrong guy with your shitty bars
- Ain't talkin' 'bout monster trucks when I say I'll dig your grave
- Man, messin' with a sixty three man crew's pretty brave
- Dumb for sure, but brave without debate
- I'd respect it if you weren't doin' blackface
- Sayin' you hate that word that I can't say
- 'Cause unlike you, I respect the black race
- I do it for the love of the culture and the art
- You just in this shit for the sales and the pop charts
- The platinum plaques, but all you got is wood
- And it's only half an inch, oh wait, man, should
- I even mention that on a song again?
- I'm just rememberin' how offended he gets
- When you mention his microscopic manhood
- Last time I said shit, he ain't respond good
- But what's a diss track meant to be if not offensive?
- One simple answer: it should be aggressive
- But I'm not even mad, honestly, it's pretty sad
- To see this little fag so badly tryna be black
- And he's like, "Well, black people rap, right?"
- So he decides to go and grab a mic
- Gets on the site, sees someone he doesn't like
- So he decides to strike and pick a lyrical fight
- But never in his life has he ever written a rhyme
- So he decides to go on OpenAI
- Types in the prompt, and he gets a little verse
- Copy, paste, submit, call a hearse
- I got a hundred and one problems but a rhyme ain't one
- The only problem I see here's Corrupt
- 'Cause he made me lose two hours of my day
- Writing this shit to try and put him away
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