Just a little diss track I put together on Ya Boi D.J. C-Walk. 4 years in the making. 

Lyrics: 

It’s about fucking time I started to pull the trigger on this shit...
Four. Fucking. Years.
I’ve always been hesitant about this shit.
Finally got the time, though.
You won’t know what fucking hit you.

Ya. Ya. You’ve been Disputed
Ya. Ya. You’ve been Disputed
Ya. Ya. You’ve been Disputed
Ya. Ya. You’ve been Disputed

You’re far too busy tryna make a name for yourself/
While they’re calling you their boi, I’ll be making you my bitch/
You don’t got any clarity/Go buy a dictionary/
These bars are definitive/Oxford 2nd Edition.

I’m a Michigan man/you’re a Michelin Man/
You’re as big as the damn Stay Puft Marshmallow Man/
So motherfucking round you could start a whole famine/
That BMI level’s got to be reexamined/

You’ll be down on your knees hailing to the victors, man/
Just like my girl when she’s sucking me off with no hands/
Your balls are all shrunk like the goddamn Deflatriots/
It’s cause you keep riding that old MAGA ‘patriot’/
Is that just a symptom of making America Great?/
Oh shit, my bad, forgot you ID’d as super-straight/

I see you’ve got Jesus on your tiny ass chain/
What’s your grand purpose in life?/You gonna pray the gay away?/

You’re a whale of a man/Ship your ass down to C-World/
That’s exactly what it looks like when I’m fucking your girl/
Calling me a nuttin’ while I’m busting in your crush/
The other day, she showed up to say hi to my nuts/

You think you’re respected?/You’re so damn irreverent/
Opinion’s irrelevant, woman repellent/
You’re creeping on girls who just don’t fucking care/
The truth is your tits are way bigger than theirs/

Your rapping “career” is such a bore/
You’re a damn ugly ogre, so just do the fucking roar./
Do you really think anyone can find you sexy/
No words can show how delusional you must be/

Wish I couldn’t see ya/just like John Cena/
You got a brain that’s the size of a fucking amoeba/
Fuck, I keep forgetting!/You won’t know what that is/
Your brain is just as empty as a can of cheese wiz/

You got beaten on the beat just like my fist in your face/
It’s too bad that you’ll never keep up with my pace/
Come on! Step it up!/Catch me if you can!/
Running circles ‘round you/I’m a blur like The Flash/
Unlike thunder/I’m striking/I got all/this Lightning/
Racing on the track, you can call me McQueen/

You call your shit in Undisputed a goddamn speed-up?/
Just wait until you see what I can cook up/


Time to turn it up from a 10 to a 12/
Once I’m finished on this track you’re gonna burn deep in Hell/
In normal circumstances, I’d simply wish you well/
But you, my friend, are part of different clientele/

You spread a rumor of my friend way back in 8th grade/
That you fucked her and gloated about it, all unafraid/
You thought a real shitty lie was the worst of your deeds?/
Well, guess what? This next one almost made someone bleed/

You started whining like a bitch around the time of Turnabout/
When the girl that you liked chose instead to ask me out/
I do understand why you’d want to rebel/
BUT WHAT THE HELL WAS YOUR PLAN? FOR YOU TO STAB HER IN THE GUT?/

And there’s one final person you chose to piss off. ME/
You let all my fury become aloft, you see?/
You walked up from behind and strangled my neck/
BUT GUESS WHAT? YOU SHOULD HAVE WENT FOR THE ARMS INSTEAD!/

A simple turnaround was all that it took/
To have a right hook meet your face and really leave you shook/
Now as I leave you in your grave, I’ll let you look in dismay/
At your poor excuse of rapping you put on display/

mbucc9000

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