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- You wanted smoke? I lit the whole forest.
- Now they coughing up lines and call it a chorus.
- Let’s play.
- Yeah, I pull up like karma —slow, but I never miss,
- You tweet threats? I send bars with a death kiss.
- Your crew lookin’ hungry —here’s a knuckle sandwich,
- Every verse I write got your ego in a bandage.
- I don’t diss —I do autopsies with punchlines,
- Your mixtape? Background noise to my lunchtime.
- You rap like Siri off a fifth of gin,
- I heard your track —skipped halfway in.
- Wanna war? Then speak with your chest, not your WiFi,
- My pen been lethal since AIM and Hi5.
- I don't battle, I bury —call the hearse first,
- I don't shoot shots, I reverse curse.
- Laugh now, cry later, that's the code I keep,
- I make jokes with a blade underneath the speech.
- Grin wide when I cut deep with the flow,
- If hell had a cipher, I’d be first on the show.
- Laugh now, cry later —that’s a fair deal,
- You play hard 'til your fake chain turns teal.
- Jokes on you, I don’t care what you say,
- I make bodies of work —you just body decay.
- You soft like your phone in low battery mode,
- I drop heat like I’m glitchin’ in battle mode.
- Say my name wrong, I appear like a glitch,
- Then vanish with your fanbase —poof, snitch.
- I’m the villain that heroes pretend they defeated,
- But I’m the boss fight they skip 'cause they cheated.
- Your metaphors weak —I could ghostwrite your nightmares,
- And still leave room for punchlines and flight fares.
- Your bars need milk —calcium deficient,
- You sound like a parody —unlicensed edition.
- You’re food for the culture, I'm a Michelin star,
- You just rap loud —I leave permanent scars
- Call yourself “real,” but your driver's Uber,
- Told Siri to drop you a rhyme —she said "Loser."
- You say you're fire? That’s cute —I’m cremation.
- I roast so hard, your ancestors felt vibrations
- Laugh now, cry later, that's the code I keep,
- I make jokes with a blade underneath the speech.
- Grin wide when I cut deep with the flow,
- If hell had a cipher, I’d be first on the show.
- Laugh now, cry later —that’s a fair deal,
- You play hard 'til your fake chain turns teal.
- Jokes on you, I don’t care what you say,
- I make bodies of work —you just body decay
- I ain’t angry… I’m entertained.
- You were never the threat —you’re the interlude.
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