Rap-Pad Rapper is a Bitch (Diss ...
• Written by BawsHawg
BawsHawg's Notes
RapPadRapper challenged me with some wild claims that I'm going to put to rest real fucking quick!
Yo, Rap Pad Rapper, you’re swingin’ with no aim,
Your diss track’s weak, man, you’re spittin’ straight lame.
Callin’ me a fat fuck? That’s your best shot?
My bars hit harder than your whole Rap Pad plot.
You talkin’ ‘bout AI, sayin’ I don’t write?
I’m craftin’ these rhymes while you’re stuck in the night.
Your “bars of observation” ain’t clearin’ no smoke,
They’re flimsy as hell, like your whole rap’s a joke.
Rap Pad Rapper, you’re slippin’, you’re done,
Throwin’ weak jabs, but I’m still number one.
Baws Hawg’s real, spittin’ truth in my verse,
Your rhymes so trash, they belong in a hearse.
You’re threatenin’ to feast? Man, you’re barely a snack,
Your rhymes so soft, they’re fallin’ off track.
Sayin’ you’ll expose me? What’s there to leak?
Your whole rap game is no more than a squeak
Butt-fucked by bars? Yo, that’s your fantasy,
My flow’s so clean, and a master's discography .
You challenged me direct? I’m right here, let’s go,
I’m carvin’ you up. You got a camel toe!
Rap Pad Rapper, you’re slippin’, you’re done,
Throwin’ weak jabs, but I’m still number one.
Baws Hawg’s real, spittin’ truth in my verse,
Your rhymes so trash, they belong in a hearse.
You believe AI writes my shit? That’s your crutch,
Clingin’ to lies ‘cause your skills ain’t clutch.
I’m spittin’ from the heart, every line’s my own,
While you’re typin’ on an app, forever alone.
So take this L, Rap Pad, you’re out of your depth,
Baws Hawg’s the storm, leavin’ nothin’ but wrecks.
Keep on cryin’ ‘bout AI, it’s all you got left,
My bars bury you deep, put your rap dreams to rest.
