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Lyrics to the Diss: “XxWinstonxX (Matthew Diss)” Yo, Matthew, sit down, it’s time for a lesson, You and your dog out here got me stressin’— Flexin’ with your Shepard, like he’s some kind of beast, But all he ever do is host a rabbit feast. ……………………. You act tough, but you soft like háy, Your dog’s got more bark than your résumé. Out in the fields, think you king of the scene, But you both just pests, messin’ up the green. No leash, no chill, just chaos and yappin’, And a trail of fur from all the rabbits he’s snappin’. Neighbors call you “that dude with the curse,” You and your mutt makin’ Easter worse. Can’t walk the block without catchin’ a stare, Like, “There goes Matthew better hide your hare.” Mirror on the wall said “Bro, give it a rest,” Even your reflection lookin’ hella stressed. Postin’ thirst traps with no thirst in sight, Caption: “I’m different” — yeah, you ain’t right. Try to post up? You get bodied by the wind, Jump shot flatter than the line on your chin. Talkin’ like you Curry, shootin’ like you cursed, Even your dog know your jumper’s the worst. You say your chargin fo the party, just go back and listen to your “playboicarti” ………………… your dandruff droppin’ heavy on the greenery, Flakes on the grass like it’s snowin’ in the scenery. Head lookin’ dry like your bars in a drought, You flake more than the plans you forget about. Your dog be gaggin’ when you lean in close, Even flies take off like “……we out, this gross.” Got that morning stench on a permanent setting, You ain’t spittin’ bars—you just out here regrettin’. It ain’t shade, it’s just fact from the brink— A rabbit runnin’ past might call you a twink. Matthew walk in like he God’s own gift, Always walking around like he benches and lifts, Talkin’ ‘bout “I’m him”—bro, you barely that, Ego so big, it need its own stat. So fall back, this ain’t your terrain, Go fetch a clue, or maybe a brain. Next time you brag ‘bout your canine’s might— Remember, bro, he only wins one-sided fights.