Yo, listen up, here comes the diss, It’s time to spit up some truth, some things you might not know. About a girl named Deb, she’s all amiss. Workin’ at Twin Cone, scooping dreams, But her attitude’s colder than it seems. Deb, oh Deb, you’re a mess indeed, With your ice cream scoops and your Euro feed. You dissed poor Dan, left him in the rain, Now it’s time for you to feel the pain. She went to europe, thought she was fly, But she came back home, couldn’t say why Tried to impress with her tales of romance But we all know the truth it was just happenstance You strut around like you’re the queen, But in reality, you’re just plain mean. Europe this summer, living it large, While leaving hearts broken, that’s your charge. Deb, oh Deb, you’re a mess indeed, With your ice cream scoops and your Euro feed. You dissed poor Dan, left him in the rain, Now it’s time for you to feel the pain. You think you’re hot, but you’re just cold, Your ego’s bigger than a ten-ton mold. Twin Cone may be sweet, but you’re sour, Time to face the music, in this diss hour. (Verse 3) So Deb, take a seat and listen close, Your arrogance, girl, it’s gross. Rejecting Dan, that’s your game, But karma’s knocking, remember his name. Deb, oh Deb, you’re a mess indeed, With your ice cream scoops and your Euro feed. You dissed poor Dan, left him in the rain, Now it’s time for you to feel the pain. You thought you could run this game but you’re mistaken. You’re reputations shattered there’s no faking. So pack up your cones Deb it’s time to go Your time in the spotlight is over, you know So Deb, with your Twin Cone fame, Your icy heart, it’s time to tame. Dan’s moving on, and so should you, Learn some humility, that’s the cue.