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Bayou warfare diss

  1. Step in my zone, you get folded like laundry,
  2. Talkin’ big game but your crew lookin’ scrawny.
  3. I’m the storm in the bayou, thunder with the bite,
  4. You bark loud at the moon, but my dogs really fight.
  5.  
  6. Six cats in the shadows, claws sharp in the mist,
  7. Four dogs at the gate, you don’t wanna get bit.
  8. Ant army underground, they swarm when I call,
  9. You’re a roach in my kitchen—I just laugh at it all.
  10.  
  11. Your rhymes weak, brittle—like a cheap toy chain,
  12. I spit heat, flame thrower straight torchin’ your name.
  13. You flex online, but in person you’re shook,
  14. I write death sentences—you just coloring books.
  15.  
  16. I’m the bayou reaper, stompin’ boots in the mud,
  17. You’re a typo in the cypher, get erased with the flood.
  18. So bow down, little echo, to the voice of the boss,
  19. This is lyrical warfare—you already lost.
  20.  
  21. You claim you’re a king, but your crown made of tin,
  22. I’m the bayou executioner—let the trial begin.
  23. Your bars fall flat like a tire in the heat,
  24. I’m the swamp with the bite, you just mud on my cleats.
  25.  
  26. Cats lurk in the rafters, dogs guardin’ the yard,
  27. Ants march in formation—whole militia on guard.
  28. You step in my cipher, it’s a funeral march,
  29. I light torches with verses, leave your name in the dark.
  30.  
  31. I’m the storm in the cane fields, thunder with the bass,
  32. You a typo in the battle, get erased with no trace.
  33. So keep talkin’ reckless, but you know what it cost—
  34. This is lyrical warfare, and you already lost.
  35.  
  36. I’m the bayou juggernaut, stompin’ through your parade,
  37. Your rhymes paper thin, mine cut sharp like a blade.
  38. You a ghost in the cipher, just a whisper, a breeze,
  39. I’m the hurricane season—tearin’ roofs off with ease.
  40.  
  41. Cats prowl in the rafters, dogs circle the block,
  42. Ants swarm in the trenches—whole army on lock.
  43. You step in my jungle, better pray for a guide,
  44. ’Cause the swamp don’t forgive, and I’m death on the tide.
  45.  
  46. I spit venom in verses, every line is a scar,
  47. You a candle in the wind, I’m a wildfire star.
  48. So remember my name when the echoes still ring,
  49. This is bayou born royalty—kneel down to the king.
  50.  
  51. This the bayou, we don’t play, we strike fast, no delay,
  52. Six cats in the shadows, four dogs guard the gate.
  53. Ant army in the dirt, swarmin’ out when I say,
  54. Step wrong in my swamp—you won’t walk away.
  55.  
  56. This the bayou, we don’t play, we strike fast, no delay,
  57. Six cats in the shadows, four dogs guard the gate.
  58. Ant army in the dirt, swarmin’ out when I say,
  59. Step wrong in my swamp—you won’t walk away.
  60.  
  61. Bayou born, we don’t fold, we don’t break,
  62. Six cats in the shadows, four dogs at the gate.
  63. Ants swarm on command, whole ground gonna shake,
  64. Step wrong in my swamp—your life’s the mistake.
  65. PCK BITCH WE ON THAT SHIT>.......

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