Yo, FoxtrotActual, listen up, here’s the

Yo, FoxtrotActual, listen up, here’s the deal, I’m spittin’ this diss with a playful kinda feel. You clicked on my M14 song, thought it’d slap, But it left you salty, like a noob in a trap! (Chorus) Oh, Foxtrot, man, what a waste of your grind, Three minutes gone, you can’t rewind. Coulda been fraggin’ in Arma, that’s facts, Now you’re stuck dreamin’ of time travel hacks! You were hyped for some bars, some rifle song heat, But my M14 jam had you facin’ defeat. No scopes, no kills, just a beat that was whack, You’re like, “Gimme those Arma vibes, bring ‘em back!” (Verse 2) You coulda been flankin’, callin’ shots with your crew, Droppin’ tangos in Arma, yeah, you know how you do. Instead, you got my tune, a lyrical crime, Now you’re cursin’ my name, losin’ track of your time. (Bridge) But hold up, Foxtrot, don’t you rage-quit just yet, I’m craftin’ that time machine, no need to fret! I’ll crank those gears, make the flux capacitor pop, Get you back to your game ‘fore the server goes plop! (Chorus) Oh, Foxtrot, man, what a waste of your grind, Three minutes gone, you can’t rewind. Coulda been fraggin’ in Arma, that’s facts, But I’m buildin’ your time machine, so relax! (Outro) So, FoxtrotActual, this diss is all love, Next time, skip my song, go glove up. Arma’s your jam, I respect the obsession, Time machine’s comin’—no more M14 depression! Yo, I’m on that time machine ASAP, my dude—gimme a sec to find the quantum wrench!