Ight, cohn head, you done?
I’m ’bout to f#ckin’ roast you now
D.a. got that dope!
Cohn head is high; he overdosed on some edibles
Quadeca is credible and that is lectural
And who gives a f#ck if my girl is pansexual
Take shots at me, i’m bulletproof
All your b#tches leave you
Ain’t that the truth?
My album’s a flop, like your dating status
Let’s get personal, watch me aim up at this
You just dropped your diss so i’ma stare up at the sky
Wishing you could f#cking die
Heard my diss i made in junior high
His parents are divorced, i bet that he’s thе reason why
You beggin’ me to rеspond, so stop bein’ pushy
How am i gay when i’m the one who gets the p#ss#?
He says, “thanks baby”, on my comment section
By hearin’ her voice, he’s got an erection
Just like a condom, you gon’ need protection
You dissed me first, you brought up the past
Say your final words because it’ll be your last
Flashback, genz, i never even kissed your sister
b#tch boy, cohn head, need to shush
She’s was nothin’ to me but a g#dd#mn crush
Yeah, i got rejected, so go write a rhyme
By the way, faggot, my heart’s doin’ just fine
Yeah, i’m a country boy show
You dropped the bomb but your diss didn’t blow
You said my was ugly and then you f#cked your on the text
Why you laughin’, conner, when you know yo #ss is next?
Conner, your videos are boring a cringey
Get off of youtube, go and hire for disney
You’re a dog for my content, so let me throw my frisbee
So let me throw my frisbee
You’re a dumbass, so let me be yo teacher
Why you braggin’ about comeback when you was just a feature?
Cohn head, more like cohn dead
Anna told ,e that you c#m fast like a lambo
Pull out arrows and shoot like i’m rambo
He’s never made a hit, and none of his bars can land, bro
Your name is austin, but i’m the better version
The difference between us is that i’m not a virgin
I bet you’re one of this gay nerds, i hear duty calls
Your dick is so small that you piss on your balls
I’m on a kill streak, call of duty
Comin’ from a guy who plays with soccer balls and takes it up the booty
Conner’s got his dick in your mouth
Overflowin’ with jizz
If we playing cod, i’ma show you what the next level is
That was a love tap, that was very touchin’
I just murdered my own friend so i do not feel nothin’
Claim to be a better rapper, you is not no mc
Goin’ to my friends to found out things to say against me
I don’t give a f#ck if you say my name
If you got views then i guess i got fame
No evidence and that’s a shame
f#ckin’ wit’ me but you’re still a no-name
Boy, you’re in my school, stop yellin’ at the teachers
Yeah, you play soccer, but you’re sittin’ on the bleachers
If you think that you’re gonna win, boy you’re reading a fable
I’m changing rhe cable, i got insecure and took down unstable
I gotta admit, your comebacks are funny
b#tch, i done told you that was a freestyle, dummy
All you do is talk sh#t, talk this
Takes you four weeks to craft a diss
b#tch mock this
The weapons are here, time to deploy it
Gave you some material just to destroy it
Oh, wait, you thought i was done?
No
Uh
This boy is bluffin’, but he’s nothin’
We playin’ mortal kombat, this the final round
Just like yo parents, i don’t wanna stick around
So, ha
How the f#ck are we gonna battle
Like a snake, all you do is rattle
I’m a goat, punch you in the throat
Kick ya off my boat, you gon’ drown without paddle
This kid laughs off his rage
Damn, that’s as cold as a damn ice age
You look like sid, everything you say, i done did
I have to abort this kid
And my girlfriend, cayla’s, got more p#ss# than he every did
Takin’ shots at this prick like a school shooter
Oh wait, sorry, that bogus
I’ll be on the top of a room, aimin’ at this goof
Snipin’ yo #ss so i can focus
Yes, i made a film
Yes, it was #ss
But i got you in a body bag
I’ma take out the trash
f#ck this sh#t, i’m done
Thanks for letting me destroy you for fun
Thanks
Rappin’s not yo thing, you need some trainin’ wheels
This idiot, conner, tells him he’s got skills
This chapter’s over, the end
We know conner’s lying so he can keep his friend
Conner, bro, i don’t mean to be rude
But yo ex girlfriend, she look like a dude
Conner got some views, but stop tryna flex
Didn’t wanna diss this girl, cohn head
Wait, wrong sex
A second diss, i just might
But this boy picked the wrong fight
Game over: i can tell, he struggles on the mic
Y’all stutter like y’all have some visual glitches
It ain’t game over if you haven’t leveled up, b#tches
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