Cucksticeproctor Response

You fucked up beyond repair, you could’ve walked away

And lived out your sad existence in your pathetic little lane

You ain’t shit, not now, not before, and not ever

You act like people should give a solitary fuck about you, but guess what

Nobody does, you’re the human equivalent of a mosquite bite bro

Because you’re annoying, and something people forget about after a while

Claiming I started this, you came at my crew unprovoked like a chump

And let my name live rent-free in your corny ass album

You ran your mouth for no reason so now you’re getting stomped out

And you wanna cry about it, I’ll give you something to cry about

And your diss track wasn’t the reason you got the ban hammer

Quit trying to gas yourself up, we know Strain kicked out your ass out

Not because you spat some earth-shattering bars

But because you broke the rules, like the sloppy incompetent moron you are

Cause if brutal disses were illegal then they would’ve gotten the boot from Amir

And you know exactly which 2 people I’m talking about here

But no, it’s just your sorry ass getting banned

For being too dumb to follow basic rules, so stay mad

And you didn’t destroy shit, half the people in X Factor

Took turns mopping the fucking floor with your ass bruh

You were getting sonned left and right, and every time you tried to fire back

You just embarrased yourself even more, you got bent over and smacked

And speaking of bending over, let’s address your weird ass obsession

Just admit you’re gay, you’ll feel so much better

Ain’t nobody on this site talks about that shit more than you

You might as well change your name to Lil Backdoor, you fool

Because it’s clear as day what your interests are

And you keep comparing youself to Coindrop

Like you’re even in the same universe as he is

When it reality he’s 100 times the rapper you’ll ever be, bitch

You’re slurping his legacy like a damn fanboy, but you ain’t Coindrop

You ain’t on his level, and you never well be, what you are

Is a bootleg, gas station version of him, and nobody takes you serious

So stop embarrasing yourself with these delusional comparisons

At the end of the day, you’re just a delusional, talentless

X Factor owned, ass-whooped and ass-obssessed

Loser who stays catching Ls and trying to spin it

Like you’re the one on top, claiming you beat us when you didn’t

You probably wake up every morning convincing yourself

That today’s the day you’ll actually matter and do something else

Besides rot in your bed, and that someone, somewhere, might respect you

But now I’m about to tell you the harsh and brutal truth

You are a complete and utter failure, you have no talent, no intelligence

And most importantly, no fucking shot at beating me, like ever, bitch

You couldn't outthink me, outfight me, or outlast me on your best fucking day

And even that would require some divine miracle on your name

I think about how someone like you exists

And actually has the audacity to act like they’re worth shit

You’ve done nothing but embarrass yourself from the moment

You stepped into this mess, and I’m just waiting for you to own up

To your mistakes, tap out, and accept your L

Like the walking, talking failure known as yourself

You think you're tough, you think you're smart, bitch, chill

Because I know for a fact that if shit ever got real

You'd crumble faster than a wet paper bag in a hurricane

You're built like disappointment, fueled by delusional games

Ain’t nobody scared of you, ain’t nobody respecting you

And soon enough, ain't nobody even gonna remember you too

I don’t just win, humiliate, I make sure people never end up forgettin’

Their Ls for the rest of their miserable, insignificant existence

You don’t get to walk away from this with your dignity intact

Because you never had any to begin with and that’s a fact

Give up and save yourself the embarrassment, the pain

And the soul-crushing regret that’s coming your way

But then again, I don’t even think you’re smart enough to do that

You’ve already set this in motion, and now there’s no going back

You’re on the express train to destruction, and I’m the conductor

So go ahead and keep running your mouth like a dumbass

Keep acting like you got some kind of shot, you fool

You’ll just crash and burn most spectacularly pathetic way possible