Fine Dust

First off, Tewsly, quit spewing bullshit like it’s gospel, and making up facts

That exist solely in the festering swamp inside your ass

You couldn’t grasp reality if it walked up and slapped you in the face

You’re not misunderstood, you’re just always wrong in every way

Every single time we’ve clashed I’ve ground your weak-ass arguments

Into fine dust and laughed while you scrambled to fix

And reassemble your pride from the intellectual rubble

You come at me with your kindergarten-level logic and I end up crushin’

You, and you get vaporized like the irrelevant gnat you are

The way you talk makes me think you sincerely believe your own horseshit

It’s like watching a flat-earther try to do astrophysics

You cling to your warped version of the world because reality

Is too brutal for someone as mentally fragile for your ass to see

You probably regurgitate the same recycled garbage

From whatever echo chamber you jerk off in every night, you’re retarded

Not enlightened, bitch you’re a deluded cretin cosplaying as an intellectual

Every excuse that falls out of your mouth smells like the desperate

Flailings of someone who’s never won anything in their miserable life

You lost because you’re garbage, not because the stars misaligned

Or Mercury was in Gatorade, or whatever dumbass lie

You’re clinging to today, you talk like you’ve got something to offer

But everything you say is a steaming pile of verbal diarrhea when you’re talkin’

I’ve heard more coherent insights from a drunk guy yelling at pigeons

Bitch I’ve seen toddlers with better grip on logic than

You, because you couldn’t rap your way out of a wet paper bag

Even if I gave you a chainsaw, you treat every conversation like a chance

To show off your faux intellect, but all you ever reveal is how tragically little

You actually know, you’re not profound, you’re profoundly stupid bro

You think dissing is just repeating the same dumbass point louder and slower

As if that’ll magically strengthen all the brain-dead opinions you’re throwin’

You’ve mistaken volume for value and confidence for competence

And don’t think I haven’t noticed the limp-dicked bravado

You put on like a costume, you walk into arguments

Chest puffed like a dollar-store peacock to get

Obliterated and limp away like a rejected clown, you’re a joke

A pathetic, walking punchline nobody laughs with, just at, bro

And Justiceproctor, you’re a half-melted wax figure of a person, just a sad, slouched lump

With the charisma of a wet sock and the hygiene to match, you bum

Probably got the same fitness level as a moldy couch cushion

And that’s me being generous, I’d wager you think you’re a

Champion of truth or some dumb shit, when really you’re just parroting

Whatever flavorless garbage fits your pathetic narrative

You think contrarianism is clever, when it’s just you being a dick for no reason

And not even a smart one, and you can try to play the victim all you want

But nobody’s buying your sob story, you’re not a tragic hero, you’re a cunt

Every excuse you sling is just another shovel-full of dirt

Onto the grave of your credibility, you’re not misunderstood

You’re just a fucking embarrassment, you probably cry yourself to sleep

Thinking about how I be handing your ass to you every week

You replay them in your sad little mind, trying to rewrite the narrative

But you got fucking wrecked, and deep down you’re aware of it

You exist to lose, that’s your entire function in this ecosystem

To be beneath us, and you’ve been consistent, never once rising above your mediocrity

Never once surprising anyone by not being a colossal dumbass

Predictability is your only achievement and that’s a fact

You bring nothing but shame to any platform unfortunate enough

To host your whiny bullshit, if you had even an ounce of self-awareness

You'd delete your account, crawl back under the rock you came from

And do the world the courtesy of shutting the hell up

But like an infected wound, you just keep festering, spewing more of your stupid stuff

You’re not misunderstood, silenced or unfairly treated, you’re just trash

And the sooner you realize that, the better it’ll be for your ass

Because until then, you’re gonna keep stepping up to people like me

And getting your face slammed into the curb over and over every week

Every sentence you spit is a gentle, pathetic exercise in mental

Feebleness, the punches you deliver land softer than wet spaghetti

You’re barely managing to breathe without tripping over your own feeble

Sense of relevance, you’ve got the tenacity of a melted cheese stick

And no credibility, every gesture, reference, and desperate attempt to

Be clever or edgy just ends up reeking of deseperation and dejection

You’re not dangerous, you’re decorative, like a doily soaked in loser tears bro

Your intellect’s a gentle breeze swirling through an empty theater

Echoing with the sound of regret and mediocrity

You don’t elevate conversations, you depress them with your retardedness

You’re the epitome of effort wasted, every effort to engage with you

Is like trying to decipher beige wallpaper, you’re dull and not cool

Your sentences sound like they came from a Sesame Street dropout bruh

Excreting takes so dumb it makes vegetables look like philosophers

Your brain is softer than a melted marshmallow left on a radiator

Even your presence is like an enema to intellect, cleansing, maybe

But deeply unpleasant and best forgotten, you’re the centerpiece of failure

The soft and saggy middle of every argument when you’re wailin’