Aldous LearySound’s Greatest Hit: This Diss @aldouslearysound

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I’m speedin’
Snap your neck with a handshake, shit face.
Your girl DM’d me her second escape.
You flex Play-Doh stacks on Instagram,
You freestyle with tears and a helmet cam.
You sound like your last blowjob came with a ransom note,
You flow like you choke on random quotes.
You the type to praise a king, then sneak out the palace
Leave a “fire emoji,” then delete it outta malice.
Click-clack, backspace faster than your heartbeat,
Scared to leave a trail when you smellin’ like shark meat.
Your rhymes got yeast infections and bad credit,
Your best bars need a trigger warning and paramedics.
You’re softer than a drunk hug at brunch,
Your best move’s leavin’ comments and runnin’ like a punk.
You rap like a frog got a DUI,
You freestyle like a ventriloquist cryin’ “why.”
Your bars dry heave, your beats get ghosted
You freestyle like you snitched on roasted.
You rhyme like a drunk hiccup, sick pup,
Rap career lookin’ like a dick tucked.
You post up fake love with your thumb in your ass,
Delete it quick, tryna hide that you trash.
Praise me in the DM, diss me in the daylight,
Delete comments like condoms at a gay night.
You softer than SpongeBob’s worst panic attack,
You rap like a middle-aged mom tryna nap.

I’ll criticize you and your crew like Simon Cowell,
I Pat Sajak your raps, then make you buy a vowel.
Your whole brand’s just guilt and lotion,
Your best riddem’s a bowel movement in motion.
You sound like a fart got a SoundCloud,
Your lyrics need CPR and a new crowd.
Your best punchline got left unread,
Your brain got evicted by common sense instead.
You get smoked like resin in broke pipes,
Cry harder than Instagram thots with no likes.
Your girlfriend got you listed as a “practice round,”
I rap faster than your therapist can calm you down.
You freestyle like you got a crayon addiction,
You look like a molested magician.
Your mixtape dropped and the server clapped
Not from traffic… from pity naps.
And when you die?
I’m pissin’ on the mic at your vigil,
Spittin’ diss raps till your family reacts, callin’ the cops to issue an eviction.
Funeral’s all empty, like your comments section after clout.
I’ll leave your tombstone with a “seen at 2:03am” shout.
I pull up at your service in Crocs and a robe,
Spittin’ so sick, it corrodes your burial hole.
I cyclone kick your beat, resurrect it and kill it,
Toss it in a group chat, let my haters distill it.
I’m the reason your diaper’s leaking ‘cause you soiled it
You the rap game’s version of a clogged-up toilet.
You die on the mic, I ain’t callin’ no medic
Just teabag your tombstone. Unapologetic.

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You rap like you nut in your own sock and thank it, Like you call your hand “babe” and spank it. Your whole catalog’s just lotion and tears, You freestyle sound like a court-ordered cheer. Your breath smells like expired condoms, Your raps sound like sexually confused llamas. You rap like you just ate a glue stick, Cryin’ in your room ‘cause your bitch won’t lick your toothpick. I’m speedin’ Snap your neck with a handshake, shit face. Your girl DM’d me her second escape. You flex Play-Doh stacks on Instagram, You freestyle with tears and a helmet cam. You sound like your last blowjob came with a ransom note, You flow like you choke on random quotes. You the type to praise a king, then sneak out the palace Leave a “fire emoji,” then delete it outta malice. Click-clack, backspace faster than your heartbeat, Scared to leave a trail when you smellin’ like shark meat. Your rhymes got yeast infections and bad credit, Your best bars need a trigger warning and paramedics. You’re softer than a drunk hug at brunch, Your best move’s leavin’ comments and runnin’ like a punk. You rap like a frog got a DUI, You freestyle like a ventriloquist cryin’ “why.” Your bars dry heave, your beats get ghosted You freestyle like you snitched on roasted. You rhyme like a drunk hiccup, sick pup, Rap career lookin’ like a dick tucked. You post up fake love with your thumb in your ass, Delete it quick, tryna hide that you trash. Praise me in the DM, diss me in the daylight, Delete comments like condoms at a gay night. You softer than SpongeBob’s worst panic attack, You rap like a middle-aged mom tryna nap. I’ll criticize you and your crew like Simon Cowell, I Pat Sajak your raps, then make you buy a vowel. Your whole brand’s just guilt and lotion, Your best riddem’s a bowel movement in motion. You sound like a fart got a SoundCloud, Your lyrics need CPR and a new crowd. Your best punchline got left unread, Your brain got evicted by common sense instead. You get smoked like resin in broke pipes, Cry harder than Instagram thots with no likes. Your girlfriend got you listed as a “practice round,” I rap faster than your therapist can calm you down. You freestyle like you got a crayon addiction, You look like a molested magician. Your mixtape dropped and the server clapped Not from traffic… from pity naps. And when you die? I’m pissin’ on the mic at your vigil, Spittin’ diss raps till your family reacts, callin’ the cops to issue an eviction. Funeral’s all empty, like your comments section after clout. I’ll leave your tombstone with a “seen at 2:03am” shout. I pull up at your service in Crocs and a robe, Spittin’ so sick, it corrodes your burial hole. I cyclone kick your beat, resurrect it and kill it, Toss it in a group chat, let my haters distill it. I’m the reason your diaper’s leaking ‘cause you soiled it You the rap game’s version of a clogged-up toilet. You die on the mic, I ain’t callin’ no medic Just teabag your tombstone. Unapologetic.

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