Fuck CSL (Diss 2)

CSL you can't shut the fuck up, every verse got my name in it.

Fan tryna get involved in my business with Mav, what the fuck is your business?

Who the fuck are you, CSL, three letters and a weak identity.

Couldn't think of a username properly, so you glued three letters together desperately.

You saw me going at Maverick and thought you'd jump into the scene.

Now you're acting like the main event when nobody asked you to intervene.

You weren't part of the problem, you just wanted your name mentioned.

Now you got exactly what you wanted, here's the fucking attention.

You call me obsessed while my name stays inside your mouth.

That's some backwards ass logic, tell me who's obsessed now?

You went from talking about my bars to studying everything I said.

That's fan behaviour when you're analysing my verse line by line instead.

You said I reworded your verse, that's funny coming from you.

I broke down every point you made because that's what rebuttals do.

You gave me eight fucking lines and thought you had me finished.

I turned every little sentence into another reason your shit diminished.

You said nobody knows you, and somehow that still hasn't changed.

You made your whole response about me just to keep yourself in the frame.

Twelve years on RapPad and you're still begging people to notice.

Then you found my name and suddenly your whole profile got a focus.

You mentioned GenXJeezy and WealthMasta like that makes your pen elite.

Then you turn around talking AI with my fucking name between your teeth.

How you gonna lecture anyone about AI with my name in your verse?

You had to study what I wrote just to figure out how to make yours worse.

You called those rappers better like that somehow makes you bigger.

Name dropping better pens doesn't magically improve your fucking figure.

You think mentioning names gives you credibility by association.

That's not a punchline, that's desperate networking for validation.

You said I'm on the same level, then said you're done with me.

That's the type of contradiction that exposes your whole strategy.

If I'm really beneath you, why'd you need to answer back?

Why'd a random Goatz verse have you scrambling just to attack?

You said sacrifice ain't about size, yeah I understand the metaphor.

But if the lamb was so insignificant, why'd you spend your whole response on the floor?

You explained the fucking lamb like I couldn't understand the line.

That's not correcting me, that's you overexplaining because the punch didn't shine.

You called yourself a giant, I questioned the claim.

Now you're writing paragraphs explaining why the lamb still gets slain.

A giant shouldn't need a lecture just to make one bar land.

You needed an explanation for the punch I already fucking planned.

You said I gave a play by play like I was commentating.

At least my sports references had a purpose instead of your weak translating.

You heard baseball and boxing and thought you found your angle.

But every time you tried to swing back, your own weak punch got tangled.

You said my response was whack, that's your opinion, not a fact.

Funny how your strongest criticism is just saying that my shit is trash.

No setup, no flip, no angle, just another empty claim.

You couldn't actually break a single bar so you just repeated my name.

You say I'm not on your level like you're standing somewhere above.

But your whole response proves you needed me just to make your verse enough.

That's the funniest part, you thought you were coming for the GOAT.

Now you're riding on my name just to keep your own verse afloat.

You jumped into Mav's situation thinking you had something to prove.

Now you're stuck responding to me with nowhere left to move.

You wanted to be involved, now don't complain about the heat.

You walked into my fucking business, now you're standing in the street.

You said you're done with me, then wrote about me anyway.

If that's what you call being done, you must have nothing else to say.

You called yourself a giant but your name's still three letters long.

Meanwhile you needed my name just to make your whole response strong.

CSL, that's not a name, that's three letters in a row.

Couldn't build an identity, so you borrowed mine for the show.

You wanna talk about AI while you're acting like a fucking fan.

Watching every move I make just to figure out where you can land.

You wanna talk about GenXJeezy and Wealth like they're evidence for you.

But mentioning better rappers doesn't make your own writing come through.

You came for my pen and still couldn't find a flaw worth keeping.

So you grabbed at random references hoping one of them was breathing.

You said you were done, but I know exactly why you're replying.

Because getting my attention was the whole reason you started trying.

You weren't defending Mav, you weren't solving any feud.

You saw my name getting mentioned and thought you'd finally get some views.

So don't call this a battle like you earned your position.

You're a fan who forced himself into somebody else's competition.

You wanted Goatz in your verse, now Goatz is in your head.

And after this response, every line you wrote is fucking dead.

You thought three letters and a couple insults made you dangerous.

But you gave me every angle and made this shit embarrassing.

So keep my name in your mouth if that's the only way you get heard.

Just don't act surprised when I dissect every fucking word.

You came looking for attention, congratulations, now you got it.

But next time stay out my business if you don't want your whole verse demolished.

CSL you wanted smoke, now you finally got the flame.

Remember you started this shit because you couldn't leave my name.

You weren't part of my problem, you just wanted to be involved.

Now you're part of the fucking fallout, and that's the problem you solved.