IM DONE (Jayshots Diss)

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5 months ago

(Verse 1) Yo, Jayshots, you think you’re hot, but you’re not, Spitting weak lines, your career's in the rot. You call yourself a king, but you’re just a pretender, Can’t even light a spark, you’re no contender. You say you're the future, but you’re stuck in the past, Trying to catch up, but you're moving too fast. Eminem’s a legend, you’re a joke in the booth, A wannabe rhymesmith who couldn’t handle the truth. (Chorus) Jayshots, you’re shooting blanks in this game, Your career’s burning out like a dying flame. While real MCs rise, you stay in the dirt, Keep spitting trash, and you’ll only get hurt. (Verse 2) Eminem’s a beast, his words cut like knives, Your rhymes are a mess, your career’s on life. You talk big game, but you’re all just smoke, Claiming you got bars but it's one big joke. Slim’s breaking records, leaving legends in awe, You’re stumbling on verses, breaking every law. While he’s making history, you’re barely a fact, A footnote forgotten, slipping through the cracks. (Chorus) Jayshots, you’re shooting blanks in this game, Your career’s burning out like a dying flame. While real MCs rise, you stay in the dirt, Keep spitting trash, and you’ll only get hurt. (Bridge) You think you’re a sniper, but your aim’s way off, Headed for the big league, but you’ve already lost. Eminem’s a giant, you’re a whisper in the wind, Just a fleeting thought that’ll never begin. (Verse 3) Your flow’s like a puzzle missing every piece, Trying to be a beast, but you’ve only unleashed The joke that you are, no talent, no flair, Just a wannabe rapper lost in the air. You shoot for the stars, but you crash to the ground, While Em’s taking flights, you’re nowhere to be found. So take this diss to heart, it's your last shout, Jayshots, your career’s dead, there’s no way out. (Chorus) Jayshots, you’re shooting blanks in this game, Your career’s burning out like a dying flame. While real MCs rise, you stay in the dirt, Keep spitting trash, and you’ll only get hurt. (Outro) Yeah, Jayshots, consider this a sign, Step back, bow out, ‘cause you’ll never shine. This is your last hurrah, the curtain call, Your minute’s up, now watch your empire fall.

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