Your track is so bad, we dont wanna hear it...

Kell's real diss track (Turn up)

Ok, alright ok, this how its gon be, you gon get bodied *gun cock*. Called me the first time, said to drop a verse, fine. SHit was bangin and made hella hits,
only cause I was on that shits. Call youselves compadres, but yall hella gay, droppin tracks about wack shit thats hella lame, call this a game
but in it for the fame, pray to notre dame that this diss is sorta tame. Too bad kid, im boutta take aim.  
*boom* (29s)
Primero es Henry, cryin like a baby, when jon and I said that hook was lazy, thinkin u so brazy but soundin hella crazy. Made a big deal about us shittin
on the hook, too young too stupid better take another look. Wont accept no plee or no request for tea *Clean up on isle 3, this boy on a crying spee!* 
*gun cocking*(48.5s)
Oh so you think im done? Well that was just; the very first one, Jonathan, you up its your moment, so get up here, and own it!
Thought we was homies then you dropped that track, you just made me crack, congrats! Heres your plaque. People say
you stiff boned, always acting serious, but really I can tell, you just delerious, why you always squatting, blood gon start clotting when im plotting call it too
much weight, but I guess we bros, so I mean no hate. But for real man, hit arms once a while, sure, you can run a mile, but your arms dont see dumbells as worth while.
always kinda awkward since the third grade, what was goin on at the stand wit, lemon-aid? Always swayed by others, better hide in the covers. Everyone in Gen Z run in a 
frenzy, Cause im here and gone, hit you with the rasengan, better hang on, clang on and hope, Compadres save you from my scope.  
*2 shots*(1:37)
Blake I aint got much to say, to you, it be that way, dont know if you incompitient, or just unconfident, your verses are
all consonent, bout to ship you off to a differnet continent. Call it madagascar, without the gas, you verses suck ass,
 you so crass, everytime yo verse come on, I hit pass, 2013 called, they want their 6th grader back.
*3 shots*(2:00)
Before I continue, let me remind you, the easiest behind you, so take your crew, and head to the stu, cause when im through
with you, you gon need a rebuttal, dont be to subtle, man yall are just a puddle, now go ahead and cuddle, while I chuckle
cause I went soft on rav-iole, Boyardee said I got the formiole, so escuse me while I flex this rollie, cause I wrote this
shit the night yall hit the ground, with new sound, cause im so profound, hit you with a lyrical pound, 3 men down. 
Few More to go, but the rest of yall went no show on the new track, guess yall cut back, you better draw back, cause im pickin 
up for yalls slackin tracks, so grab your back-packs and hit the road, cause this song a 8 incher and yall a chode.
*4 shots*
Look at my time, its fine, this last kids verses are striaght asinine. Chris, you knew it was comin, first song was a good thing
then you stuck your thumb in. Stupid verses are your specialty, but you sold those shirts pleasantly, shamelessly, ripping
off your fans for some shitty merch, your time is up here, go and take your perch, in the graveyard of compadres getting hit wit the fax, 
always talkin bout they imaginary girls climax, but relax, dont catch anthrax, backtrack to a time before,
when you was on the floor, tissue in ya lap, just tryna fap, snap maps open, getting left on open, see it as a omen, you the showman im the
bowman, aim back and you done, consider yourself, a lucky one
*5 Shots*
This Song aint long enough, no bluff, in these 3 I had to snuff, I could only hough, no puff, how tuff, Ellos estan sirvente
finalmente, terminente: yall done, you aldente, 
*machine gun*

Moneyg