Yung_jack Diss For Tournament
• Written by Corrupt
Corrupt's Notes
DXU Battle Round 1 Against Yung_Jack. Beat: https://youtu.be/Jfb8d5ab2ng?si=VLFoAd4vqpMaw90o Goodluck bro
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Yo Jack, what kind of rapper listens to Ke$ha and Betty Who?
Names himself Jack Tha Ripper after Snak, I bet it's you,
Got me carrying straps and zippers, to body bag the black and blue,
Back stabbings happening to, when you attempt shit you didn't think through,
The 'magic man', magically *poofed*, and when I rap I pack it with truth,
So many facts, it's stacked to the roof, like why you out lap dancing a whole bunch of dudes?
Your trash raps blasphemous, and sound like a goof, let's see how you last against altitudes,
That must include, my venomous spews, it's pain I introduce, and these lyrics i abuse,
Sorry to confuse, and produce you another lose, I hope you can excuse, for the issues I pursue.
Haha, dude your shit is weak,
Resume to make room, to improve technique,
Your consumed by defeat, being viewed as deceased,
Used to misspeak while being bruised by deceit,
Your ruins guaranteed, and that's a duty I'll complete,
Your confused by the heat, a false persona got you intrigued,
And fatigued, knee deep in the need to be critiqued,
What made you think you could compete, and actually succeed?
Yung_Jack, let the hatchet, hack your lungs like a numb back,
Somethings wack, chiropractic on your ass with a thumb tack,
Some facts got you fearing me like a hypochondriac,
The thought of heart attacks and illness, effects your wellness,
Yet your still in tact. I had such immaculate flows back then,
Used to let my rhymes flow like a Mac-10,
Now I'm surrounded by pussies who lack sense,
I'm crowned, If you don't believe me theres a fact check,
Surround you with losses, of past tense, and in a sad sense,
The essence of your lyrics, read slower than molasses,
You'll be nothing more than an inactive, ass hit,
That happened by chance, best accept the facts bitch.
Label me reverence, cuz I'm following perfection,
The remnants of my haters, gonna wallow in my session,
Here's a confession, Your gonna fall out in depression,
From the tension, when you inhale my rhymes like asbestos,
Just another senseless, contestant in need of some lessons,
I'm in the presence of peasants, without anti depressants,
If you fuck with me, like fences you'll be snapped till your breathless,
Defenseless descendants, your a damsel in distress bitch,
Take this as a lesson, dont question, digest it,
It ain't a suggestion, in the essence of an Armageddon.
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Corrupt
Member since June 25 2025