Welcome to the four hundred and twentieth installment of “Quick Diss”! We have two FNAF fan games today! (go fucking figure) the yolked up "chaos God of death" himself, Flumpty! Up against, our favourite debaucherous bear… and fuckboy (albeit a virgin) himself, Freddy Fuckboy!

Lyrics:

Flumpty:
Hi, I'm Flumpty, im an egg, your night of debaucheries upon you creep
A cocky, sleazy, RPG! That pizza should've went soft with cheese
You're a novelty, i'm an anomaly, another dark lord you'd give all praise to
Transcend time and space but scuffed plots are something I'm not untaint to

Fuckboy:
I fucking hate you. Are you ready for Freddy? Shit-ass games blew, just like the confetti
That went and slayed you, HAM, SPAM, and SALAMI, 6 and your name poofed, RAN FAST AND THEN BODIED
That cast of "friends", then tell my wrongs, your enragements mild
Your creator went "inhale my dong engagement child"
Fan-base has split, folded like omelets, so what Blammed first?
Chicas hot bird ass, the egg, or your crunk fan-verse?
Attacked first? Engage the Flumpty motherfucker
Half-assed verse, pavements Bumpty for a plunder
Can't put you back together, like that One Week shows
The wall you sat on couldn't compare to what keeps Chrome
Pedo, and attached to a long joke gone rouge
"Means to an end" then Scott Cawth you one hope 
And your last game was, uhh, passed as Flumpty's "new hit"
But if you ask me bruh, that was fucking stupid.
Float away from this battle, your crazy game lies in inputs
I'll blaze you like assholes, take Cranky's Advice and git gud
New Dork, new ports, FUCKING LICENSED MERCHANDISE
Who sourced your course? no. Make like your merchant and die.
But what eggs you on? You're stuck in penance, sequels missed
You dumb bitch I won, I fucking did it eat my shit.

Flumpty:
Myyyy tuuurrn. But your turn based combat is half baked
I hurt. Yiffing your dicks, party best have cakes
I sure, don't need a blunt or some dumb hat saved
To grind yourrrr, robotic carcass to match paste.
How's that for a Final Mix, your clout matches your child's pace tho
Why don't you chow on this, this Clown facet came out of a-holes
What's with allowing this? Without dank memes your parts foil
Amount to shit. YOUR FUCKING FACE IS GONE, Hard Boiled.
Grab a Dragon Dildo, smack you, simple, cuz I felt like it
I amassed the end of the Goddamn world with a meteorite 
Did that not Rhyme on the mic or can you tell I kid?
Killed a-billion times, you're an Eyesaur, I'm meatier, right?
Your teams beat in this fight, so try to flee or then die
Because i'm mean when I'm fried, don't bite at me or I'll fight
Scream, and reap out your eyes. See, to me you're a prize
Another fiend to help my best friends shriek and their mine
Your fragile masculinity, the only damn humility 
This "man" has ever seen, you haven't "shat" on anything
A girls bathroom? You're never clean, tell that you coiled it.
This mammal parody. Better? Please... fell in the toilet.

Fuckboy:
I'm going to punch the fuck out of this egg 'til it shuts up
Punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch.
Ok this isn't working, I'll finish this verse, sugma.
Insufferable piece of garbage. Flumpty and co. fucked up...

-CAST-
Flumpty: KingMewtwo
Freddy Fuckboy: Himself

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: CannibalWorms
Written by: JaCon

Beat: http://www.shadowville.com/audio//Shadowville.com%20-%20Shockwave.mp3

Beat Produced by: Tristan
Mixed by: jort

Thanks for listening to the "final" "Quick Diss" and remember kids, git gud.

Flumpty Bumpty vs Freddy Fuckboy - (Quick Diss) #420

Welcome to the eleventh installment of “Quick Diss”! We have two politicians, fuck, I mean, two Super-Man children going at it! it's the titty milk enthusiast himself, Homelander! Pitted against, our favorite asshole, didn't hear that from me tho, Hancock!

Lyrics:
Hancock (Drunk):
Eugh…
Okay, let me get this straight, Maaeve, was some Queen who slayed
Engaaged, and not even straight, yet you stayed tryna keep her? Wait.
He's a Home-wrecker! Get it, make your hands-off, best turn back.
Just cus she got her licks in, John put his head up her ass.

Homelander:
Don't mean to burst your bottle drunky, but stop all this pompous talk!
There's no need to curse or coddle buddy! This is sponsored by Vought!
And after all! We're a family friendly conglomerate.
I give props to pedestrians! But as a hero, not on my list.
I wonder, hm, oh yeah, because you went off the rails.
Destroyed A-Train instead of pointing ways into ONE of your fails!
Like geez… to be blunt, I freaking scoffed at your tales!
Handjob Hancocks not a mascot, I mean, what does he sell? (Chuckles)

Hancock:
Yo bro, I'm used to stretching asses to their outer limits
But this asshole stretched his verse to pout and blemish
My career, and it's loud and clear that I am not the best in
The world, but you were, until your own Home-crowd started testing
This bitch made in test labs, and yup, he's formulaic 
I don't need X-Ray vision to see through your poor evasion
Of character assassination, I will assassinate ya.
I made a mark on the moon, yet you'd mark mine if asked of ain't ya?
You're a puppet, pussy, got my hands up Vought's pocket pussy
You wanna talk collaterals? Guess we should pop a lookie!
You killed innocent passengers cus they'd be honest? Goody!
Fumbled the bag, yet you need an airbag to cop out, should he?
You're on life support Homie-lander, not the biggest asset
It takes more than Compound V to simply get this bastard
If he throws fists with Angels his, or beyond his size
This a verbal exchange, don't bring verb chemicals or you die.

Homelander:
Egh, Ashley, what the fuck? This asshole agreed to lose?!
God, you're such a-… but first I'll deal with you.
He fucking kneels to booze, but keep on talking that shit then.
Thinking you can beat me fool? You lost to alcoholism.
Got dropped, now that's your bar? But all those lies, unproved bro.
Yet, you got thrown behind bars for not keeping your cool tho
Don't know Spanish, but I saw what you did to his Culo!
Is that your fetish? HE HAS AMNESIA! So what would you know?

Hancock:
Call me an asshole, one more time hoe, haven't seen a bigger rip-off
A Super-man-child, when killings how he gets his kicks off
Like Jesus! You're sick dawg. No wonder your rape-kid walked
With a Butcher, cus flying with this pig would get him minced up!

Homelander:
Mention my son again and I'll tear apart your cuck-dad friend
Run through the wife he stole from you cause your drunk-ass was on the bench
But not before I squeeze the soul out of their dumb ass kid
IN FRONT OF THEM, abandoned by everyone that you love in this;
Weak ass world, I'm God and you're another bum that I'm done with, eh!
I'll cause the second accident that lands you in the hospice bitch!
I win, I win, you went and maimed some whale for a CLIP?!
HOMELANDER DOES WHAT HE WANTS, I'll take YOUR crazed whale for a spin.
*Crowd Boos* Ahhh, shit…

-CAST-
Hancock: Shadow Zel
Homelander: Grey Julius
Crowd: jort, MetaMachine, Trakked, and CannibalWorms

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: JaCoN
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NqiZagh-59ovZLLCmMRJkSRU4VrDJDcM/view?usp=drivesdk
Beat Produced by: FLOCKABOI
Mixed by: JaCoN (my first time ever :))

Hancock vs Homelander - (Quick Diss) #11

Welcome to the twelfth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two inhuman liars… lying today. It's the lightning from fingertips bringer himself, Saul Goodman! Venting against the overused character despite not even being a character, The Imposter!

Lyrics:
Lyrics:
Saul Goodman:
Right, your honor, I don't get whyyy I have to fight this botter
Despite the strifes and hollers that they enticed with spite and caution
I am appalled that, Saul the con-man, is being comped with this scummy schmuck rat 
Y'all got Imposters? Better Call Saul, hah!
It's all crap, even Walt's ass wouldn't waltz that
Runnin' 'round on large maps but can't map out those bars? Damn
In for a looong match, thinking Saul won't stall laps
'Round your dumb-ass, one door closes, another draws back!

The Imposter:
Bruh, your euphemisms are as bad as your path to riches 
In your bros shadow dick sucking the man, get past your slippin'.
His fam was tripping, said your actions were classed as iminent
Practically sounds lit then, guess that's why he HAD to get lit then!
Class is in session, how to get past the failure, horrors 
And I have a soul, I'm an alien, you're a lawyer
I buckle down my stranieous acts, and that's it
But, you ain't wearing the pants, that's in fact Kim.

Saul Goodman:
Ya got a sharp tongue, but ya ain't kabobing me
Think I lost cuz you was floundering to bob on beats?
Hardly, yee vent a lot for natural anomalies!!
Match the fellas you're "conquering" but can't match your bars with heat?
I'd have an ad on em see, least a smidge of civility 
You push your con on all kiddies in the vicinity 
It's sickening, the fact the children within infancy
Are then reaped by sicko creeps, there's no things to stick 'em? Esh.
Only thing you could stick to me is the fact you're a prick 
Got stuck on a fad and then dipped
I'm timeless, and I'd imagine that his
Numbers don't line up to mine, so ring me up on lines, my rap is dismissed. (Hah-ha!)

The Imposter:
You and your wife preyed on a man in a failing marriage 
Least my victims were astronauts who sail the very
Fabric of space; you ran around and fabricate
That he snorts crack and lays hookers on the back-street? Lame
As foul as it takes, all that for a power fuck
Speaking of fowl as of late, you could've said Howard, duck!
Instead he got executed on your lousy rug
Then Mike Chucked his body in the ground he dug

Saul Goodman:
Uh, what a weird accusation and unlike the lord
You sir, have made a vow not to lie in court
And even if this mighty horace was at all important…
Guess you wouldn't have a defense to provide a source eh?

The Imposter:
That's crazy. Did I ask? YOU phase ME? Could be your ass 
Lazy in your fiendish raps, I'll slay thee, with memes and facts
You're in a living room, sitting with Kim, hear a hit or two 
Open the door to Howie in what would then be his tomb
Lalo shows up in a sickened mood, kills the dude
Was in the room, didn't report to feds, now you're in it too
Pushed and pushed him, just a fucking monster
No matter what Wood you knock on, you'll remain Chuck's imposter…

-CAST-
Saul Goodman: AdamDRB
The Imposter: Trakked

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail/Art by: Grasman
Written by: JaCoN
Beat:
http://www.shadowville.com/audio//Shadowville.com%20-%20Dead%20Presidents.mp3
Beat Produced by: 2Deep
Mixed by: JaCoN

Saul Goodman vs The Imposter - (Quick Diss) #12

Welcome to the thirteenth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two old bastards gitting-gud today! (maybe) It's the eldest Kong who hates these sissy modern video games, Cranky! Stuck up against our favorite grandad…Grandad! (Uncreative as fuck)

Lyrics:
Cranky Kong:
The old battles went far harder when I was a young' un
No slow babbles about their plot and something something
Used to flow, scrabble, to make something rhyme with nothing!
But this old asshole has so much dirt I guess I dug it!
Boy, I hop with a stick but you'll be catching hands
Got four of them, but your forehead is massive damn!
I mean, I'm an ape, my hairline shouldn't exist!
But I've seen water levels less deep than that abyss

Robert Freeman:
Okay bruh, kinda don't know what to say, uhh
I'm a civil rights activist and yo' games…suck
Yeaa boi! This ain't the first diss track I've made hun'
Just another Stinkmeaner I'm going ape on
You're miserable, but that wasn't hard to see
Rocking in your chair stopping your grandson from rocking, wee!
I'd do the same to be honest, sheesh!
But he's an adult, hoarding food from all the peeeeps!
Mhm, you're getting coconut creamed crooked guy
And even then you still wouldn't be a cutie pie
Old fart, you a hater and you'll stay angry
Like, Crankyy, Crankyyy-eee-ee-eee

Cranky Kong:
That's your first filling of SOMETHING in a while eh?
It's no wonder you made it your entire say
Call that below the belt! Of course I'm rude
You get no tail while I have none, so what's your excuse?
I see Kongs and I help with their anguish needs
You sold both your grandsons to slavery.
That lifespan, the gripes haved with your grandkids
'Betcha won't get much further than this…

Robert Freeman:
Funky ass bitch! But really, what's the point man?

Cranky Kong:
Do we… rhyme during this joint rap?

Robert Freeman:
Uh yeah, dammit! You ruined our ending

Cranky Kong:
Man, can it, this whole thing was dead, hee!

-CAST-
Cranky Kong: swizkii
Robert Freeman: Danii

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: JaCoN
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: https://drive.google.com/file/d/13S5qj-htna2R_HeZQwJVLbMUYyjhv-_9/view?usp=drivesdk
Beat Produced by: Tune Seeker
Mixed by: JaCoN and Danii

Robert Freeman vs Cranky Kong - (Quick Diss) #13

Welcome to the fourteenth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two Redditor- I mean cryptic criminals today! It's the agent of chaos and terrible memes, The Joker! Trapping against our favorite depressed puppet master, The Jigsaw Killer!

Lyrics:
The Joker:
I like making plots up, a-lot of cut offs for my scars huh?
Non-emotional, but somewhere in that genre 
Yet I couldn't bare acting your beartrap's a "caught-on"
I conned watchers across the pond-ah!
Your backstories torment. An abortion broke er'? Aww.
With that age gap, here's my quorral Jooohn.
While she was in-doors within her mom
Would you still endorse poking her with your ONLY knob?
It's just gross and all, but that's me (that's me)
Batsy called man's a fiend (and that's me)
Beat your ass while laughing (that's me)
You're a filler sham, and like you built your traps the only blueprints is this man's feet
Cold and deceased, you're a sickened sham, about as cancerous as Giddy's Krammed passing.

The Jigsaw Killer:
You're bitter, pulling triggers claiming it's a bigger picture
But really, you just project your inner sinner
Your feelings aren't consistent with your filler
I merely give people a wish, well;
You did a social experiment, but that ship sailed
Then your heart sank like a wish well
When you flipped coins but couldn't get them to ship sales
A promise that, killing the inmates 
Would, cost them, nothing as it's in vain
To cross them, as they made their choices
But you bombed it, putting a pin in your point, bitch
Dressed as a cop to press on your plot, but… that's meant as rhetorical 
Your abhorrence shows 'cus when I look like a pig it's not meta bro, it's metaphorical (phorical)
Fuck you and everything that you've built up
Even my worst trap was less bait than this "villian"
I'd threaten to kill him, but what purpose does that serve?
Contort his ass backwards for being ass backwards!
I don't care, so I'll chalk it up as first impressions, huh?
But why all the impressive talk when you're the skeptic runt people seem to do the worst impressions of? With your messy mug.

The Joker:
Here….we….go. John won't get off his high horse! Using your car's horsepower on the highway
You saddled up on the right course, but he survived and made a right game.
Why, so, serious?! Acting delirious, rambling like a COD lobby
With his shitty mic and superiority you might start a round of zombies! (zombies!)
It's just a game and time for calming, gotta knock off chopping up, Johnny!
Don't pull up upon me, pulling some ponzes, for the jump-screens, like "HEEERE'S JOHNNY!!!"
Do that and you'll get the axe, not to knock on wood, but if I caught you lacking
You'll get the axe, and I'm into slashing, watch as a hack gets hacked in! For acting dramatic! Laughs Maniacally (comment about this tee-hee!!!!l)

The Jigsaw Killer:
With all that makeup I expected some pen-game now
But the only person you sent for making up with is your penny-pal
Imma check Heath Ledger's crown, your role wasn't one to die for
You're a fucking eyesore, all the Facebook memes they roll their eyes for
I suppose you'd like more, cus it represents you
Cryptic and imbedded in issues, it's in bed with your misuse 
Of influence… I'm sick of this
I'm dying of cancer and thought those quips were abysmal, egh.
Game Over, Joker, I call goldfish, the way I flushed you out
You stood in your tiny bubble and SUNK, you fucking clown…

-CAST-
The Jigsaw Killer: JaCoN (first time donut bully)
The Joker: Quizzique

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: CannibalWorms (rare)
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: https://youtu.be/VkNbsOO9i7I
Beat Produced by: KaalaH and jort
Mixed by: jort

The Joker vs The Jigsaw Killer - (Quick Diss) #14

Welcome to the fifteenth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two… apparently the only connection is that they're alcoholics… today! It's the horse from Horsin' Around, BoJack Horseman! Standing-up against the monster from Moralton, Clay Puppington!

Lyrics:
BoJack Horseman:
Wait a minute, this isn't the bar? It's an introduction!
Get it? 'Cus it's true. Guess I'll fire this puppet
I'd tell you to stuff it but you're clay, Puppington
Consider rehab to clean up your shit… Clay Puppington 
Huh, I'm on my punny shit, get a shot glass and belt it!
Use it as fuel to get your son's ass and belt it
Or maybe don't, 'cus your self "image" can't sell it
While I get rich off my own portraits for shelvin'

Clay Puppington:
Orel! Why's there a horse person on my lawn, shoo!
That's not possible, that's not something that God's do
I'm lost; truthfully, I'd need a cross before I cross you!
Uh…wait, I think it's a guy in a costume…
Huh, crude. That you drink up a whooole bottle
When animals don't have souls to go full throttle
On benders, just swallowing their own problems 
You run out of hay? Then say bye to your close trauma
Ya see Horseman, I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed
With one appointment prison could've been avoided
But no, you boinked it. Remember the lost commandment!
"Thou shalt take accountability for all their damage"

BoJack Horseman:
What are YOU doing here? Oh shit, it's a rap battle
Thaaat's why your pants stood on after that babble
And I got baggage? Please, your pansy knees can't hold your baggy jeans
A different kinda praying the way Danielle Shaped your family.
Twice you'd get on your knees for a blonde turd
Now you and Shapey can bond over "our Father"
THAT'S Orel, I should be posting this
Your wife don't need coaching for you not to be her one and only
BIIITCH, you're a gross fruit, and Honey Dew is gross so;
Ask Blob, "honey, do you love me?" She don't though.
Go loathe in your study, associate punchin' with lovey-dovey
My dad was also an ass but we're related to them buddy!
Go suck a dick dumb-shit! *Bronx Cheer*
Take THAT dribble on the chin like your one kid.
He settled with Bloberta after she conned him
Didn't take a star to burn out your "lovin". (Haah.)

Clay Puppington:
Stinkin' dead end battle. I mean, why the long face?   
Cus you tried to ship yourself with a teenager one day?
But hey! With all that fornicating it's a habit!
Guess you can say horses are just… nature's rabbits.
Let's take the bandage off your pathetic past
No amount of alcohol is disinfecting that!
So I'll swig it, ahh, that's refreshing man
Diane ditched em! Can't cat-call to get her back
Ask Carolyn why'd she quit working on you
Didn't ask when Sarah Lynn quit twerking on you!
BoJacks heroine overdoses on his heroin!
Couldn't thread the needle; and now she's dead as sin!
You're a stupid piece of shit…choked like your chick
Blew your load. But, Herb wasn't minding it    
You pathetic bastard, look at ya. Set up to a joke
A horse walks into a bar and makes amends, nope, he croaks
Holly-Hawk couldn't watch her brother proudly
Trying the easy way out via smother, drowning
Being BoJack IS nature, your mom's hilarious 
Take the fucking shortcut. Secretariat a-bridged.

BoJack Horseman:
Sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak.
And I still got better flow than this tortured poor thing
Killed your own mother with a bottle of ketchup 
Then dad bottles his emotions in hopes you would fess up
But you didn't, so you burrow
Shot your kid and didn't even get a churro
So curdle in your mommy kinks, stuck in your person
I could egg you on but, you're not even worth it.

-CAST-
BoJack Horseman: Arkham
Clay Puppington: Grey Julius

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: JaCoN
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: http://www.shadowville.com/audio//Shadowville.com%20-%20Suffocate.mp3
Beat Produced by: 2Deep, Patrick Carney, and Dee
Mixed by: Danii


BoJack Horseman vs Clay Puppington - (Quick Diss) #15

Welcome to the sixteenth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two… again with the alcoholics I swear to fucking god…it's the character I officially use too much, Eric Duckman! Getting on the case of Mike Tyson's favorite animal, Pigeon! (Or more specifically, Richard!)

Lyrics:
Duckman:
What the hell you starin' at?! With 340 degrees of lookie
A spoof of Scooby with all the Dooby
Tryna get yourself baked! Literally and not
All those attempted suicides, still can't get off the pot! (Hah!)
Like damn, rather lock up this bastard later
Why fight a PRIVATE Dick when you're a public masturbator?
God turned ya to a pigeon for bein' a massive failure
Lying about your riches to get with Sandra's paper!

Pigeon:
Eh, I get it, like sand paper; you fuckin' nerd.
Hey, is it all that racist to flip YOU the bird?
Stupid jerk (heh.) I'm really good at this
Why are your eyes detachable?! That's the stupidest
Like who is this? Who watches fucking Duckman?
Who gets home from work and says "hey let's watch Duckman"
Nobody, that's who, wait, what am I doing? Right, riiight
Uhh, I think your fuckin' wife died.

Duckman:
No shit Sherlock! And I get I'm the detective
Yet a birdwatch can't help me find your erection
Whether it's your junk, or all the crimes that you penance
Couldn't stand up to your wife or the Yung one's you abandoned!
So screw you, like that one hooker did
Oh boo-hoo, you were just a crooked kid!
Who'll give a look or shit, just let it consume you
All pissed off 'cause dad let a cougar abuse you
Twit got ate quick, a deer in the headlights.
He can't evade it, especially if it's his sex drive!
A spineless, gutless, bodiless pest swine!
Guess it makes sense you got it on with a fleshlight!

Pigeon:
Ay, what the fuck? How did you know all that personal trauma?
I thought what you caught on with Sandra;
Was awfully odd but, do I get off on you attacking me?
Know I'm a pigeon but you're a rat with wings!

Duckman:
I'm not sure how I'm lectured on your dummy violence…
All that pressure really does make Lucky Diamonds!
Or cans at least, all your fans have ceased like it
How's a show canned at 4 seasons with TYSON?
Musta went through the ringer! Like "voice actors" should
You still stomped on his legacy. THAT'S athlete's foot!
Rich was fat at first impressions; as fat as your depression!
His past has come to wreck him, how balloon-men get pricked!

Pigeon:
Ya see, I was gonna beat off while you were T-ing off.
Buut, I found your Wikipedia…
Seems that uhh, you killed your own dad?
Damn, that sucks man….Duckman.
Heh, shoulda used those head-shots on your wife bro
She was forced to give life to kids like those?
Two heads and a tubby dummy light post 
Ehh, if only he was as bright! No…
That's terrible, like you are at your fuckin' gig
How are you worse at being a pig…than a pig.
I sort've get it… he was aware your gal was livin'
Corny ending, all of your fans musta been livid!
That's funny, too bad your show wasn't
On your cringe high horse, then you battled it or somethin'
Your fam is saddened and caused thy to plummet!
Eh…Still not as tragic as Light as Duckman!

-CAST-
Eric Duckman: RaccoonBroVA
Pigeon: CP

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: JaCoN
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: https://cdn.airbit.com/tagged/1585240014-73113-roots-by-insanebeatz-beat.mp3
Beat Produced by: InsaneBeatz
Mixed by: jort

Eric Duckman vs Pigeon - (Quick Diss) #16

Welcome to the seventeenth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two antisocial psychopaths (they're just like me fr!!) it's the hitman i'd definitely hit on, Anton Chigurh! Looking NOT to choke against a monster with no name… but imma say his name anyways! Johan Liebert!

Lyrics:
Anton Chigurh:
What's the most you ever lost in a coin toss? Cus your mom lost her son to a toss up.
Traded you off for your sister and tossed you aside for her cause bud.
Caught cosplaying "dear Ana", flipping from heads to tails to get your way
But then lost your head chasing your sister's tail, and in the hospice you stayed.
When Tenma raised you from the grave, he flipped your world on its head
Became obsessed over his metrics, I'm not talking coins when you lost your sense
So polished for someone so counterfeit, all the shine but none of the value then
I heard your sister knew that when your noggin got skewered in 
A bad hand you were dealt but her hand held the trigger to do it friendo, yet, I won't shoot and miss.

Johan Liebert:
Tell me, what do you think is the ultimate fear? Being a tool to be thrown or a fool only known from one film of note?
You couldn't goad me in your scope when it's so minimal
The scope of my plans makes yours pitiful, can't kill a man blow for blow but that's typical
Another hitman being miserable, do you reminisce at all? Of how you missed loves interval?
No one's hitting on this interloper, ironic. It's like you're the world's only man!
It seems you're entranced by fate, allow me to point with my hand and coin up your path
Can't make sense of cents in your laymon trash
Suppress your guns like the pain of your makeshift cast
To tempt me is to mess with fates end
Best leave with your life, or crash once again.

Anton Chigurh:
All right, you claim to be fate, despite being worshiped as alt right
You are not sly, they claim to have your faith committing false crimes.
A monster without a name? Consuming people in its wake
But all I see is a spoiled prince who's conning sheeps all in his way.
Tricked a blind man into seeing you, taught some small kids to be alike inside.
But if they saw you here, they'd see a child's perfect suicide.
Spent your entire life eluded by your mother
But for a price I would've found and shot her like any other bumbling bluffer.
"You don't have to do this" is what she'd utter when I gun her.
You'll die for wasting my time, but I might let Ava go. It's the best I can do for my trouble.

Johan Liebert: 
How hypocritical to offer me a deal with no chance of survival 
You must not believe in your own spiel to cap me, entitled. 
So quick to for-go your ideals when attacking his wife's home
Check your own boots for the licks you get when taking your rivals
You're not your father's disciple, he might've had high hopes
That his son wouldn't become a psycho, you know who you are and don't try to right woes.
I wouldn't hire you for work because you're quite slow with a look that isn't discrete
Your boss made the right choice with those cartel fiends.
You wouldn't last a day in my youth, you lived a kinder life while I was stuck in Kinderheim 
Would've been another kid to die while I tip them my piece of mind!
You're nothing more than a swine, see why they call me a monster with my eyes
This time Anton, you won't survive another accident when you're on the brink.
I'm done with this, muddled your philosophy, now…. how about a drink?

-CAST-
Anton Chigurh: MetalFireVa
Johan Liebert: Toni Rigatoni

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: JaCoN
Written by: JaCoN, and s8n/N o
Beat: https://youtu.be/rPt7WNjwXTM
Beat Produced by: Dansonn
Mixed by: jort

Anton Chigurh vs Johan Liebert - (Quick Diss) #17

Welcome to the eighteenth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two… fucking dumbasses! It's that one pink obese starfish, Patrick Star! Trying to dog it out with the character who is clearly a dog but gets confused for a cow bull thing for some reason, Goofy!

Lyrics:
Goofy:
Gawrsh, Rick! A sponge soaking sap is what your pair amounts?
Like Paramount! I'll make a mountain out of your pebble house!
How you flipping that thing but still can't flip a patty
Patty flipped his padding, and now all he does is freakin'…. padding!
A-hyuck! I'm pulling your leg, and it won't regenerate
Between two psychotic Patrick's, I'm messin' with Bate
Not to say I couldn't catch this fish on a hook with bait
Offer em' a spin-off and it's practically tooken, heyyy…
Wait a minute. That was meta, shucks
But you're just a loser, while Goofy tends to, "Hyuck"
If me having a son didn't get to register
But you're a chub, if asking for food tends to g-check this register!

Patrick:
Is mayonnaise a verse? 'Cus if not, I'll have to pack you.
I must son you! So let's think of what would Max do
He'd prob ignore your advice, say you're destroying his life
Oooh wait, you're the dad, or you're supposed to be, riight?

Goofy:
Uhh, glad you could pin it down! So spare me the kindness
'Cus you're a pinhead, I'll knock you down with a bit of strikin'
The fingers grip like I di-

Patrick:
Heyyy, who you callin pinhead.
I'm the real Goober here! And I don't even fall for tripping

Goofy:
Shucks, you think you'd get smarter after you fell off again
Now your show's like Rocky, I'll start by tossin' it
Exec's camping, it's all just meh, you dropped ice when that came near
Stephen rolls in his grave like; "we should be safe here"!

Patrick:
You’re milkin' your goofy ahh battle raps while you still can
Might be why his fam likes to get smooched by the milkman.
There’s no battling Patrick, I’ll hang the fight up that quick
Lose ‘cause your lining tactics? No, this is rap-trick!
They ask if it's trap then I tend to get maddened!
They're not even crabs, it makes me crabby when it happens…
Oh yeaaah, I have to pop this giraffe 
And, I ain't talking the spots they have when you get some hands
Guess, I'm owning this caught dog, so you can tell how Pluto feels
But he’s got no hot-dog in him! Hence why you pulled a veal
The inner amalgamations of my pen is an enigma
Do you live under a…ehhh, uhhhhhhh.

-CAST-
Patrick Star: jort
Goofy: RaccoonBroVA

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: Smush
Written by: JaCoN, and Danii
Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2CcQA6SCRY&ab_channel=Anywaywell
Beat Produced by: Anywaywell
Mixed by: jort

Patrick Star vs Goofy - (Quick Diss) #18

Welcome to the ??? installment of “Quick Diss”! We got three cosmo wandering cry babies for you this time! It's our favorite dynamic duo (assuming you stopped at season 2), Rick and Morty! Trying to solve the most confusing geometry equation I've ever seen, Bill Cipher!

Lyrics:
Rick:
Start the battle Morty.
Morty:
What the fuck? I don't know this pedo lord
I'm only shit talking this kid stalker ‘cuz you lost a bet to Ford!
Rick:
A version of me did, a-and I owed that Rick for Blips and Chitz
Billy undermines kids, so be quick and spit you little shit!
Morty:
God damn it, I thought I was done with bodiless farts 
Now I gotta humiliate a softy who was never solid to start!
Dissing you's a walk in the park, and I'm not amused by your cockiness
Wiped out your whole populace, but got popped by a pops and-

Bill Cipher:
Shut it, kid.
Well, hello Rick C-137 and Morty Prime
I've spent countless eons leaving know it all's mortified!
And you're another mammal biting more than they can chew, partner
Just a flesh puppet getting his heart strings pulled harder
At least Morty here's a victim of his parental figures
Your game got rigged by another Rick who's simply Ricker
What a sickly figure to that horse surgeon, most certain!
Got that poor girl searching for a dad that's more person
Yet I can see ALL your cybernetic enhancements
And not a single one that makes you more of a man, Rick
What was I expecting, I'll give into your demands then!
I'll bring Diane back for Morty’s mortal half-assets!
And you can have the life that you were forced to abandon
Leaving Beth and the rest of your family with all the baggage
You're such a selfish ass, that you'd do it without asking
But your ego can't handle handouts from shaking my hand, Rick!

Rick:
Ooh la la, someone here read the fucking wiki edits.
Such a stunted development, when your biggest stunt was seizing Reddit.
Dawg, you ain't the first to try the wife angle
Like I give a fuck when it's coming from some genocidal triangle!
You're half assed like your show is, so damn flat that you're coping
You're an ass hat with a bad sense of fascist, so you're posing
You don't pass as a show-man, ‘cause you're so mad that it's hopeless
You were in a cel in your second dimension, now you're incel posting!
I mean think about it, what'd they do disparaging you?
They got shared on the news ‘cause they didn't care for your views
And thaaat's the way it goes Bill, you're just a stuck-up fuck-up!
Release my grand-son and I'll hear your “Wubba Lubba Dub Dub’s”. (Bitch!)

Bill Cipher:
Oh wow, that's a great offer, how about instead I put Morty in stasis.
And make his own bubble where he KNOWS what his place is…
It ain't enabling self-hatred, hence the “evil” one made a statement
Or let's shake it? Your knowledge is SUCH a burden Rick, I'll take it!

-CAST-
Rick: Egomanic
Morty: Trakked
Bill Cipher: Flip D. Switch

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: Worms
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: https://youtu.be/RqFsTUkx3PU?si=-a9Sg_-Fn3fzGUND
Beat Produced by: Zepelin Beats
Mixed by: jort

We'll meet again.

JaCoN (Quick Diss)

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