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Yo, I'm here to spit a diss, so listen up, punk I'll tear you down, leave you with nothing but funk Your rhymes are weak, like a newborn's cry Your flow is so bad, it makes me want to die You claim to be the king, but you're just a clown Your lyrics are so shallow, they're not even profound You're like a wannabe rapper, trying to act cool But you're nothing but a loser, a talentless fool So step aside, let me show you how it's done I'm the real deal, the lyrical son I'll bury you in words, make you disappear Your diss will be so weak, it'll bring a tear So listen up, punk, and take heed I'm the king of diss, you're just a weed