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[Intro] Yeah, it’s time to spill the tea. Fake friends, fake vibes – I see it all, trust me. You wanted smoke? I’m bringing fire. Let’s go. [Verse 1] Yo, Ellie, acting sweet but you shady for real, Spreading rumors just to seal your little power deal. Pretending girls’ girl? Nah, you fake to the bone, Took my crush? Congrats, you can die on that throne. Bella switches sides like a Netflix plot twist, One minute she’s gone, next, she’s posting fake pics. Trash talks her “friends” but she’s all in their face, Two-faced Bella, yeah, I’ll put you in your place. [Verse 2] Gabby, girl, what’s the deal with those freshmen boys? Junior in the halls, but your vibe’s like their toys. “Pick me! Pick me!” Yeah, we all hear the plea, Tryna get attention? Girl, it ain’t working, trust me. Ella looking mad pressed, but she ain’t on my level, Cocky and loud? Get your ego off the pedal. Looks like a man, but acts like a child, Step outta my way, girl, you’ve been exiled. [Bridge 1] Devin with the drugs, man, you’re wasting your life, Always in my business, tryna stir up some strife. You think you’re slick, using secrets as a flex? Annoying little pest, man, you’re what’s up next. Jacob’s a rat, can’t even lie ‘bout that, Your jokes are cringe, bro – Gen Alpha called, they want you back. Stay in the sewers with your trash little squad, I’m leveling up while you pray to the frauds. [Verse 3] Jordan, stop singing, save my ears the trouble, Your voice ain’t poppin’, it’s a one-note bubble. MY soulmate? Yeah, keep dreaming, my friend, Pick me energy won’t save you in the end. Adler, yeah, you’re hot, but where’s the soul? Personality? Nah, you ain’t even whole. Looks fade quick, so what else you got? Oh, nothing? Damn, you’re just a thirst trap plot. [Bridge 2] Hunter ghosted twice, bro, what’s your game? Pretending not to know me? Man, that’s so lame. We talked all summer, now you flipping the script? Stay outta my life, boy, you’re officially clipped. And Lily, with her boyfriends, switching every week, Controlled by Ellie? Damn, you’re looking weak. No opinions of your own, just a puppet for the crew, Keep living like that, and watch karma catch you. [Outro] This track’s the finale, yeah, I said what I said, I’m cutting y’all off, you’re as good as dead. Fake friends, fake vibes, I’m done, this the end, I’m the boss of my life – I don’t need to pretend.

Ay Jansen (You Love the food man) Fee fi fo fum Where’s the food cuz here I come First in the lunch line no matter what If I can’t get the food I’m ready to punch Every step you take it’s a Earthquake Belly so big a sip of water is as big as a lake Jansen For every step you take Your effecting Alaska boosting the death rate 118 dead a day Everyone around the world is beginning to pray Your broke the chair in Mrs Gertschs Sorry to say you can’t lose the weight but the truth hurts Belline broke up with you within thirty minutes After she saw those rolls she knew she was trippin You say you’re scared to have me around your niece But your prolly ate her cuz you thought she was a chicken piece You act like you did sum with your silly lil diss But nah all that shit did was miss Beggin Scott to stop with fat jokes He said he would but you know that shit was a hoax You say my chins are all on TLC But the only reason that channel exists is cuz of your breed I may be “the predator of the children” But you’re the predator of the any stable building One step the whole thing could collapse Just like you did after 1 whole lap I’m not letting another second elapse Of you being on top it’s time to relapse I know Aubrey tatted on the belly I know Layla tatted on the belly I know belline tatted on the belly Prolly didn’t even feel it under all that jelly So much in the belly you got the whole deli You try to hide your insecurities under soccer But we all know you’ll never be a good goal blocker Dave blunts needs another fat partner in crime But actually never mind you’ll prolly just spit more shitty rhymes Shut your little trap fatso We all know you ain’t run those miles you can act tho I guess your trap ain’t little neither You didn’t eat and leave no crumbs either Oh wait I guess you did tho… I mean why else would you be fat bro Get more love from your belly then you ever will anything Oh wait here’s another thing Farrah don’t want you gang She knows you will never change Overheard her saying Jansen ain’t the huz Didn’t say nun cuz I didn’t wanna start a buzz Guess nows the time since you ain’t showing me no love The only thing you love is the leftover crumbs You wanna know the difference between you and Niko avocado? He can lose the weight you never will tho I didn’t do nun to you don’t know why you started this Been ride or die for you since the 6th grade cringey shit Then one of your best homies you finna write a diss? Mrs hall took shots at you I made sure she missed You sacrifice all that for a little clout When I know you and you just want an out From your insecurities that is This diss shit really got me pissed But nah can’t get too soft tho You done went and started this hoe I always kept it real lil bro Well I guess you ain’t lil no mo Unlike your loyalty your belly will grow But just know deep down God knows your soul I’m out this bitch if you know you know.

(Verse 1) You ain't a king, just a pawn with a crown too big, Talk slick, but your words lack the power to dig. I split atoms with the pen, make the molecules twist, You just spit random, basic as a counterfeit wrist. Came from the gutter where the real ones lurk, You came up soft, never built for the work. I pen flames, let the furnace ignite, You light gas, but it burns out before you can fight. (Hook) You dead weight—draggin’ the culture down, Talk loud, but we never hear a potent sound. Bare-knuckle bars, yeah, I hold the crown, Put your name on a tomb, let ‘em lower it down. (Verse 2) Minimalist beat, but the damage is max, Cut clean through your ego like a surgical axe. You rap stale, dry toast with a watered-down track, I black out in the booth, never follow the pack. Every bar’s like a warhead, splittin’ the sky, You just tweet subliminals, never gettin’ a reply. I'm built from the real, cold steel in the frame, You built like a meme, just a joke in the game. (Hook – Repeat) You dead weight—draggin’ the culture down, Talk loud, but we never hear a potent sound. Bare-knuckle bars, yeah, I hold the crown, Put your name on a tomb, let ‘em lower it down. (Bridge – Spoken, Layered Ad-Libs) Yo, you wanna talk about legends? Nah. You ain't built for the pressure, lil' boy. Keep my name out your mouth before you choke on the truth. I ain't gotta say your name—your silence do that for me. (Verse 3 – Final Strike) Every cipher that you touch turns ghost real quick, Every mic that I touch turns gold, real spit. You a parody, a glitch in the system we built, I’m a rarity, the blueprint for knowledge and skill. Minimalist beat, but my presence is loud, I could murk you in whispers, never needed a crowd. This the eulogy written in lyrical script, Close the casket, let ‘em fade into myth. (Outro – Reverb & Fade Out) Dead weight… let ‘em sink with the tide. No legacy left, just a name that’s denied.

Savage Pixie (Verse 1) Yo, Savage Pixie, think you slick, But your hustle's weak, like a bitch—no tricks. Can’t stream to save your life, you lame as fuck, Sittin' silent on the call, all you do is duck. Partners a waste man, what a sad little clown, Hacks his lobbies, while you sit there, drown. (Chorus) Savage Pixie, ain't got no game, Lookin' all innocent, but you full of shame. Flexin' like a thug, but you broke as shit, Money down the drain, while I’m stackin’ it quick. (Verse 2) Coffee’s burnt, can’t brew, like your career, Wake up, lil’ Pixie, reality's near. Spending stacks on bullshit, but you livin' broke, I’m servin’ up facts, it ain't no joke. You actin' all tough, but just a lil’ girl, In a savage world, you ain't ready to whirl. (Chorus) Savage Pixie, ain't got no game, Lookin' all innocent, but you full of shame. Flexin' like a thug, but you broke as shit, Money down the drain, while I’m stackin’ it quick. (Bridge) You sit in silence, thinkin’ you sly, But I'm the real deal, no need to lie. Your lies won’t fly, your act’s way too frilly, Tryna step up to me, that’s a joke, you silly. (Verse 3) I’m the savage monster, you just a quaint fairy, While you care about looks, I’m stackin' the cherry. Your pixie dust trippin’, can't hold a candle, I’m risin’ like the sun while your flame just dandle. (Chorus) Savage Pixie, ain't got no game, Lookin' all innocent, but you full of shame. Flexin' like a thug, but you broke as shit, Money down the drain, while I’m stackin’ it quick. (Outro) So next time you think you got somethin’ to say, Remember this beat and how I slay. Savage Pixie, just step back and watch, 'Cause you can’t compete, bitch, I’m on top—never gonna botch. Peace.

[Intro] Bài này để diss chết mẹ thằng nhóc con đòi địt vào mõm người khác, câu từ văng tục, ai không thích xin phắn giúp [Verse 1] Mày đòi địt vào mồm ai khi cặc mày bé như cát ở trong sân? Chữ nghĩa như cặc chắc hồi đó đéo bao giờ học Văn Lyric như cặc đéo có độ căng Thứ ngu lồn đéo có học vấn Vô danh tiểu tốt mà đòi so với hiền nhân Địt con mẹ lần này mày phải ăn năn Sám hối rồi lại phải ân hận Tao cho đầu cứt mày thành điểm nhấn Tung vần liên hồi bằng đẳng cấp vượt xa người trần [Pre-Hook] Tên tao là Tân Ông trời gặp tao còn phải dạ vâng để được ban ân Không lễ nghĩa sẽ bị tẩn [Hook] Nhạc tao tiêu hủy mày hoành tráng như Diệp Vấn Long thương trên tay phanh xác mày như Triệu Vân Vần tao như Lưu Bang, Hạng Vũ dập cho nát quân Tần Khi mây mù kéo đến vây thành thế trận Khi khúc cầu hồn tao soạn đã ngân Khi cơn khát điên trong tao trào dâng Là số mày tận Dám đấu với tử thần? [Verse 2] Thằng con cặc đéo có tuổi mà đòi cân? Còn ngông cuồng đòi đánh với tao thì chấp mày gọi thêm người thân Ồ, loại súc vật như mày bị tao chặt ngã chắc cũng đéo có anh chị em nào lại nâng Tao là người, mày là thú, thứ súc sinh chỉ để tao săn bắn Con mẹ mày tao còn chơi được chứ nói gì dăm ba cái vần Oh mother fuck, I forgot, there are no momjokes in real rap oke? Yeah! 12 con giáp tao là Bạch Hổ nếu là dần Là Mỹ Hầu Vương nếu là thân, Mày là cứt hay còn gọi là phân Khôn hồn thì khi thấy tao đừng có mà gây hấn Ti Ây En TÂN tên tao nhớ lấy mà tránh nếu không muốn ôm uất hận Tao là thần, mày là chó, thấy anh Tân là phải biết tránh dần Fuck! Đẳng cấp thánh thần Mưu tài trí lược như Đức Thánh Trần Nói một lần nữa tao là Đấng, thứ nhỏ mọn như mày phải biết tránh thần [Pre-Hook] Tên tao là Tân Ông trời gặp tao còn phải dạ vâng để được ban ân Không lễ nghĩa là bị tẩn [Outro] Còn đấy thằng lồn Thế Anh nữa Biết điều thì đừng có đụng đến anh nghe chưa? Vần con cặc, giờ tao chửi thẳng mặt mày Là cút mẹ mày đi thằng súc sinh chó đẻ này

[Verse 1] Mày đòi địt vào mồm ai khi cặc mày bé như cát ở trong sân? Chữ nghĩa như cặc chắc hồi đó đéo bao giờ học Văn Lyric như cặc đéo có độ căng Thứ ngu lồn đéo có học vấn Vô danh tiểu tốt mà đòi so với hiền nhân Địt con mẹ lần này mày phải ăn năn Sám hối rồi lại phải ân hận Tao cho đầu cứt mày thành điểm nhấn Tung vần liên hồi bằng đẳng cấp vượt xa người trần [Pre-Hook] Tên tao là Tân Ông trời gặp tao còn phải dạ vâng Không lễ nghĩa sẽ bị tẩn [Hook] Nhạc tao tiêu hủy mày hoành tráng như Diệp Vấn Long thương trên tay phanh xác mày như Triệu Vân Vần tao như Lưu Bang, Hạng Vũ dập cho nát quân Tần Khi mây mù kéo đến vây thành thế trận Khi khúc cầu hồn tao soạn đã ngân Khi cơn khát điên trong tao trào dâng Là số mày tận Dám đấu với tử thần? [Verse 2] Thằng con cặc đéo có tuổi mà đòi cân? Còn ngông cuồng đòi đánh với tao thì chấp mày gọi thêm người thân Ồ, loại súc vật như mày bị tao chặt ngã chắc cũng đéo có anh chị em nào lại nâng Tao là người, mày là thú, thứ súc sinh chỉ để tao săn bắn Con mẹ mày tao còn chơi được chứ nói gì dăm ba cái vần [Pre-Hook] Tên tao là Tân Ông trời gặp tao còn phải dạ vâng Không lễ nghĩa là bị tẩn [Hook] Nhạc tao tiêu hủy mày hoành tráng như Diệp Vấn Long thương trên tay phanh xác mày như Triệu Vân Vần tao như Lưu Bang, Hạng Vũ dập cho nát quân Tần Khi mây mù kéo đến vây thành thế trận Khi khúc cầu hồn tao soạn đã ngân Khi cơn khát điên trong tao trào dâng Là số mày tận Dám đấu với tử thần? [Verse 3 (fast flow)] 12 con giáp tao là Bạch Hổ nếu là dần Là Mỹ Hầu Vương nếu là thân, Mày là cứt hay còn gọi là phân Khôn hồn thì khi thấy tao đừng có mà gây hấn T A N TÂN tên tao nhớ lấy mà tránh nếu không muốn ôm uất hận Tao là thần, mày là chó, thấy anh Tân là phải biết tránh dần Đẳng cấp thánh thần Mưu tài trí lược như Đức Thánh Trần Nói một lần nữa tao là Đấng, thứ nhỏ mọn như mày phải biết tránh thần [Pre-Hook] Tên tao là Tân Ông trời gặp tao còn phải dạ vâng Không lễ nghĩa là bị tẩn [Hook] Nhạc tao tiêu hủy mày hoành tráng như Diệp Vấn Long thương trên tay phanh xác mày như Triệu Vân Vần tao như Lưu Bang, Hạng Vũ dập cho nát quân Tần Khi mây mù kéo đến vây thành thế trận Khi khúc cầu hồn tao soạn đã ngân Khi cơn khát điên trong tao trào dâng Là số mày tận Dám đấu với tử thần? [Pre-Hook] Tên tao là Tân Ông trời gặp tao còn phải dạ vâng Không lễ nghĩa là bị tẩn [Outro] Còn đấy thằng lồn Thế Anh nữa Biết điều thì đừng có đụng đến anh nghe chưa? Vần con cặc, giờ tao chửi thẳng mặt mày Là cút mẹ mày đi thằng súc sinh chó đẻ này

Stop mocking me, enough I'm Not a Kitty Girl I like Nevaeh a bunch She is my entire World I like watching monday night raw I don't mind I'm not that tall I'm good at basketball I'm cute and sweet not always neat my math skills can't be beat Don't mind what I do trying to make neveah my boo I'm not an old man, i forgot to how run, even though I know I still can and If you get annoyed, even if I whine Just remember one thing, its fine

Stop mocking me, enough I'm Not a Kitty Girl I like Nevaeh a bunch She is my entire World I like watching monday night raw I don't mind I'm not that tall I'm good at basketball I'm cute and sweet not always neat my math skills can't be beat Don't mind what I do trying to make neveah my boo and If you get annoyed, even if I whine Just remember one thing, its fine

Verse 1 Write a song using this words, You a orphan, can't observe, Your dad bailed for some milk, Now your life’s silk turned to dirt. Your mom’s a whore, that’s a fact, Brother’s playin’ in the cracks, GF’s a slut, pics on blast, Damn boy, how’d you get this whack? Chorus Jealousy’s a bitch, you see, Hatin' on the real Gs, Flexin’ on your broken dreams, But we ballin’, livin’ free. Verse 2 You think you cool, but you ain’t, Got twenty-three and still faint, Body count high by thirteen, Man, your life’s a bad routine. Talkin’ trash, you a clown, I’m the king, you wearin’ a crown, Haters gonna hate, I’m proud, Keep my name out your mouth loud. Chorus Jealousy’s a bitch, you see, Hatin' on the real Gs, Flexin’ on your broken dreams, But we ballin’, livin’ free. Verse 3 You think it’s slick, but you soft, In the game, I’m the true boss, Mom’s a driver, now it’s lost, Real ones eat, you count the cost. Throwin’ shade, but I shine bright, In the streets, we own the night, You just mad, can’t get it right, Flexin’ hard, you outta sight. Chorus Jealousy’s a bitch, you see, Hatin' on the real Gs, Flexin’ on your broken dreams, But we ballin’, livin’ free. Outro So step back, take a seat, Real life ain’t for the weak, Jealousy ain’t got a beat, We the kings, you face defeat.

Verse 1 Write a song using this words, You a orphan, can't observe, Your dad bailed for some milk, Now your life’s silk turned to dirt. Your mom’s a whore, that’s a fact, Brother’s playin’ in the cracks, GF’s a slut, pics on blast, Damn boy, how’d you get this whack? Chorus Jealousy’s a bitch, you see, Hatin' on the real Gs, Flexin’ on your broken dreams, But we ballin’, livin’ free. Verse 2 You think you cool, but you ain’t, Got twenty-three and still faint, Body count high by thirteen, Man, your life’s a bad routine. Talkin’ trash, you a clown, I’m the king, you wearin’ a crown, Haters gonna hate, I’m proud, Keep my name out your mouth loud. Chorus Jealousy’s a bitch, you see, Hatin' on the real Gs, Flexin’ on your broken dreams, But we ballin’, livin’ free. Verse 3 You think it’s slick, but you soft, In the game, I’m the true boss, Mom’s a driver, now it’s lost, Real ones eat, you count the cost. Throwin’ shade, but I shine bright, In the streets, we own the night, You just mad, can’t get it right, Flexin’ hard, you outta sight. Chorus Jealousy’s a bitch, you see, Hatin' on the real Gs, Flexin’ on your broken dreams, But we ballin’, livin’ free. Outro So step back, take a seat, Real life ain’t for the weak, Jealousy ain’t got a beat, We the kings, you face defeat.

Yo Janvi, kya chal raha hai tera scene, Meri girlfriend ke saath tu kare flirt routine? Bina permission ke le jaati hai date, Kya lagti hai tu, meri love life ke fate? Hook Aye bro, ruk zara, sun zara, Main hu yaha ka asli baap, ban mat fara. Teri harkatein hain shady, tera game weak, Mere saamne tu hai bas ek bekaar freak. Verse 2 Same gender mein ho tum, aur kya kar loge? Rub karoge clits, ya aur koi jugad doge? Meri queen ko keh rahi apni wife, Teri bakwaas se ho gaya mera life strife. Bridge Tu samajh le Janvi, limit hoti hai yaar, Meri girlfriend pe kabza? Beta, ab aayega vaar. Teri flirting ka ye khel yahi pe khatam, Meri taraf se tujhe dedho ek lesson jo tum samjho. Outro Yeh diss hai tera end, samjhi kya game? Mere rishte pe na kar na shame. Soch samajh ke kar baat, samjha tu? Nahi to phir suno sab "Janvi ka the end" review.

[Verse 1] Yo, Emmi, I gotta tell you somethin' quick, Your rhymes are so weak, they make me sick. You’re talkin' loud, but you ain't got flow, I could rap better when I’m movin' real slow. You say you're the best? Nah, I beg to differ, Your bars are like water, they just make me shiver. You’re not on fire, you’re just a little spark, I could beat you in my sleep, you’re way off the mark. [Chorus] Emmi, Emmi, what you even sayin'? Your rap’s so bad, it’s just like you’re playin’. You think you’re cool, but you're just a joke, Your skills are weak like a brand-new coat. [Verse 2] You say you're tough, but I don’t see it, Your bars are so bad, they couldn’t even beat it. You talk so much, but you sound so bland, Like a bad high school band, with no fans. I’m droppin' these lines like they’re made of gold, But your rhymes are like cardboard, they’re just too old. You act like you’re hard, like you’re movin’ weight, But your flow’s so flat, it’s makin' me late. [Chorus] Emmi, Emmi, what you even sayin'? Your rap’s so bad, it’s just like you’re playin’. You think you’re cool, but you're just a joke, Your skills are weak like a brand-new coat. [Outro] So that’s the diss, Emmi, don’t take it too hard, You’re just another rapper in the backyard. I’m out here killin' it, you’re stuck in the past, Your bars are slow, but mine are too fast.