[Quietsince] I went through your whole track… Line by line. Thought I missed something… Nah. There just wasn’t anything there. [Quietsince] “Bad motherfucker” - first line, already cliché No setup, no punch, just words in the way You stack random shock just to force a reaction That ain’t skill, that’s lack of direction “Crypto scams” - you exposed your own role You the type to sell lies just to fill up a hole “Top of the food chain” - with zero demand If you really was, you wouldn’t beg to be heard by hand You mention moms every couple of bars That’s not dominance, that’s emotional scars You think it’s savage, but it’s honestly weak No control in your writing, just chaos when you speak You said “I’m the realest” - prove it then Not by talkin’ shit on random men You mention Steve like it makes you tough But you picked the one guy that don’t give a fuck Now you got me, that’s a different case I don’t yell - I replace Whole identity, wiped and gone Like your best line… forgotten song No rhythm, no theme No reason, no scheme You wrote a whole essay And said nothing in between [Quietsince] You wrote a novel just to say you mad No punchlines, just noise - that’s sad You ain’t a villain, you ain’t that guy You just loud on a mic tryna feel alive You wanted war - you got exposed You played a role - now it’s over, closed Next time speak less, think more instead Or stay irrelevant like everything you said [Quietsince] You said you a demon, a god, a beast But every line just repeat, repeat No structure, no aim, no real attack Just random words in a messy stack You flex violence like it’s your lane But that just show where you at in your brain Strong men build - weak men scream Guess which one you chose to be You drop names like it builds you weight But you just showin’ who you jealous of, not great You picked targets hopin’ one would react Now you got one - and you can’t take it back Every line feel like you wrote it in rage No edits, no craft, just locked in a cage You don’t control the beat - the beat control you That’s why everything you write feel overdue You wanted a war? You don’t understand Wars ain’t won by the loudest man They won by the one who sees through the act And breaks you down to undeniable fact [Bridge] You didn’t get dissed… You got analyzed. [Hook] You ain’t sharp - you just loud on the mic No structure, no aim, no reason to write You don’t hit - you just swing in the dark I don’t even diss you - I highlight the parts You wanted attention - you got it now Just not in the way you thought somehow Next time write less, think more instead Or stay exactly where you’ve always been - unread [Outro] You didn’t lose to me… You lost to your own writing. [MommaDank, the feeding 🍼] Aye.. You gonna hear this one All bets are off now mothafucka, lemme take this tie off, Ima give ya some titty milk, you can call me MOMMAAAAAA I'm hungry for this fun fun, aim more carefully cause all them strays gonna get you gun gum I'm happy to see you can count so high and all this time I just always assumed that you were justa dum bum (Red-rum) be my drink of choice, pour one out for all the lost ear drum dums that never made it through ya noise Shouldn't you be on the playground with the other little boys? I'd tell ya mommy, but she not answerin' on my Ouija board Four score and 7 diss tracks ago, back before ya doggy left you without a friend tho, before you learned to tie ya shoes without tha velcro, back when ya daddy never came back through that front door (or..wait...was it the uncle in the back door?) I can't remember all the messages that I'm using to dismember lames, too bad after you get done yappin'..nobody's gonna remember "K" ok? [😘] I'm gonna let ya in on my play, since either way, the plan obviously went stray. The only reason I made a point to say hey, was because we came up with a game where I was gonna earn ya trust so then I could collab wit yo punk ass and diss ya on ya own track. (This feels more natural tho) [MommaDank, let the tummy rest] Look dude, I see what you doin', if you didn't drop names, you wouldn't need all those alts to help you through it "I am K!" You must be talkin' about Krack, ya face been sinkin' bad, don't act like you tha shit, we all just waitin' for you to relapse Go ahead and act like you got something on me because of messages I was showing to everybody for the sake of a laugh That's all you're worth, no girth in ya words, you justa bitch since birth [I can count too!] 1 I got proof, so go ahead and run it 2 You think you "savage", we think it's funny 3 Uh..well..get a little complexity in your personality so I have some sorta motivation to bring you back to reality 4 I obviously don't have a 4th reason, but I know this wack ass Betty has 13 of em [The harsh truth] What you gonna do bruh? --->NOT SHIT<--- -p.s Those fake record label tags on ya cover are HILARIOUS 😂
