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[intro]
time to put you your place withergum
here we go bro

[verse 1: ninjaaf]
man’s still a boy with a mask on his chin
talk like he royal, but he broke from within
internet thug, but he fragile as glass
you got a mic, but you ain’t built to clash

can’t take a jab, you melt at the sound
actin’ like king, but you’re missin’ a crown
ran outta steam when i entered the ring
all of your verses just gossip and bling

cravin’ attention like youtube’s a mirror
look in that lens, what you see ain’t clearer
parrot~ass bars, like ya copy and paste
i ain’t your dad, but i’m raisin’ your face

talkin’ on me? you gon’ regret that loud
feathers get plucked when a hawk in the crowd
flexin’ online like you out for the k!ll
but couldn’t handle a bar that’s real

said you a beast, but you bark like a pup
chasin’ for clout like a junkie on up
i gave you silence, you begged for war
so i’m at your throat like a chain in a drawer
i mean it with full disrespect
you the type to sneak and still get checked
fake little arc like you writin’ a script
i’m cut from rage, you from memes and clips

said you got heat? all i heard was static
fake gun bars, that’s a gimmick matic
you’re battlin’ gods, but you stuck in the attic
claimin’ you savage, your style is tragic

this for the lies and the weird~ass diss
this for the kid that you thought you could beat
you use diss tracks as a therapy seat
but i came here just to knock out t~~th

bro’s twenty~something with no soul in his chest
beefin’ with teens and then claimin’ he’s blessed
you had a week, all you dropped was stress
that flow aged bad like expired breath

dissin’ me? better come correct
i don’t do jabs — i snap your neck
you rap like a fan with a mic and regret
wrote this verse with a cold cigarette

you flex views, but your likes don’t show
a thousand subs, and your page still slow
ricegum or wither, you both get smoke
i’m the glitch in your game, boy — end of the code
still beggin’ for beef like it’s rent you owe
cryin’ in dms when the tempo go
claimin’ you’re heat, but you ten below
your whole diss track was a comedy show

say i’m a mimic, you mimic your crew
quotin’ your lines? that’s déjà vu
act like a soldier, but fold like a chair
you write like a reddit thread — n0body care

yo, ricegum, or should i say who’s that again?
only thing you known for is losin’ to friends
if you drop another track, make it worth my time
or i’ll ghost you again and you’ll think it’s a sign

[verse 2: hugo the prankster]
wither dropped tracks but never dropped truth
talks like a vet, but the work got no proof
bites at the mic but the bark too loose
switched five styles and still got no use

claimed he was up, but the plays don’t rise
can’t stay real, gotta wear disguise
every line forced like a child with lies
tried to be fire, but the flame just dies
all that talk but the sound ain’t loud
fake little wave just lost in the crowd
try to stand tall but the stance too proud
gum got chewed then spit to the ground

bars come soft like they wrapped in wool
dropped ten songs, not a single one full
flow so slow it can’t bend or pull
tried to play smart but the lines too dull

no real pen, just lines from trends
fake little rise, now it’s back to ends
post fake heat but it don’t extend
ran from the clash, now he can’t pretend

voice in the booth sound lost, no weight
no stage presence, crowd clears the gate
every track sounds like it’s made from hate
tried to cook heat but he served cold plate

hooks all flat, no bounce, no grip
tried to match pace but he always slips
lines don’t hit, just trip and dip
all that hype but the track still flips

words got no snap, just stale and weak
flow ran out by the end of the week

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