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Yung_jack Diss For Tournament
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- [Yo Jack, what kind of rapper listens to Ke$ha and Betty Who?](His SoundCloud acc is connected to his rappad, and his liked songs include Ke$ha &Betty Who)
- [Names himself Jack Tha Ripper after Snak, I bet it's you,](Rapper named Snak The Ripper)
- Got me carrying straps and zippers, to body bag the black and blue,
- Back stabbings happening to, when you attempt shit you didn't think through,
- [The 'magic man', magically *poofed*, and when I rap I pack it with truth,](In his pfp: The Magic Man, *poofed* as in disappeared)
- So many facts, it's stacked to the roof, like why you out lap dancing a whole bunch of dudes?
- Your trash raps blasphemous, and sound like a goof, let's see how you last against altitudes,
- That must include, my venomous spews, it's pain I introduce, and these lyrics i abuse,
- Sorry to confuse, and produce you another lose, I hope you can excuse, for the issues I pursue.
- Haha, dude your shit is weak,
- Resume to make room, to improve technique,
- Your consumed by defeat, being viewed as deceased,
- Used to misspeak while being bruised by deceit,
- Your ruins guaranteed, and that's a duty I'll complete,
- Your confused by the heat, a false persona got you intrigued,
- And fatigued, knee deep in the need to be critiqued,
- What made you think you could compete, and actually succeed?
- Yung_Jack, let the hatchet, hack your lungs like a numb back,
- Somethings wack, chiropractic on your ass with a thumb tack,
- Some facts got you fearing me like a hypochondriac,
- The thought of heart attacks and illness, effects your wellness,
- Yet your still in tact. I had such immaculate flows back then,
- Used to let my rhymes flow like a Mac 10,
- Now I'm surrounded by pussies who lack sense,
- I'm crowned, If you don't believe me theres a fact check,
- Surround you with losses, of past tense, and in a sad sense,
- The essence of your lyrics, read slower than molasses,
- You'll be nothing more than an inactive, ass hit,
- That happened by chance, best accept the facts bitch.
- Label me reverence, cuz I'm following perfection,
- The remnants of my haters, gonna wallow in my session,
- Here's a confession, Your gonna fall out in depression,
- From the tension, when you inhale my rhymes like asbestos,
- Just another senseless, contestant in need of some lessons,
- I'm in the presence of peasants, without anti depressants,
- If you fuck with me, like fences you'll be snapped till your breathless,
- Defenseless descendants, your a damsel in distress bitch,
- Take this as a lesson, dont question, digest it,
- It ain't a suggestion, in the essence of an Armageddon.
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