/// intro \\\
Attention: Three fictional homicides reported… Suspect: delusional rapper with Barney complex
/// verse 1 \\\
nagol, you claim three murders, but your body counts imaginary
more clown than clout, your kills belong in a kindergarten diary
“don’t wanna comment”? nah, you cant, your brains a blank burner
your verse? A morgue, cold, stiff, plot holes got the coroner concerned
“Dressed as Barney”? Purple lies, you’re Barneys bastard with no Backyard Gang
your insanity plea? Just proof your IQs a negative number, fam
“drown in liquor”? Spill the flask, your drunk on cap and copium
im the sober surgeon slicin' your fiction into autopsy poems
/// chorus \\\
yall hear that? Nagols career flatlined on the operating table
his bars? Toy scalpels, im Hannibal servin' fava beans with fable
Yy'all see that? His sisters clapback left him coughin blood in the comment section
im Twitters exorcist, banishin' demons who flex with dead confessionals
/// verse 2 \\\
you mock strippers? Classy, but your moms a stage name at Pink Pony
your ”quality”? C-tier, like Walmart Versace meets wish.com Benzino
“Fuck WASP”? Nah, fuck your hive mind of stolen punchlines and bee-stung ego
you retard? Nah just artistically challenged, Mensa called, they need a hero
“Bloody Barney”? Kids show villain, your kills got Dora laughin'
my IQ? Skys the limit, yours? Tied to a railroad track with twisted tactics
you apologize? Save it, graves don’t speak… flowers don’t grow from BS
im Green Mile John Coffey, healin' the sick by murderin' the messiah complex
/// outro \\\
So Nagol, rest in piss, your diss was DOA with zero revival
your legacy? a caution tape quote: ”Here lies delusion… death by lyrical survival.”
scalpel still drippin'
case closed
