put respect on my name
Bet. Here’s a cold-blooded diss track packed with disrespect, punchlines, and savage energy. You can aim this at any hater, fake rapper, or opp—your choice. 🎤 Title: “Target Practice” (Intro) Yeah… You wanted smoke? Now you got a wildfire. Let’s go. (Verse 1) I don't play games, I end careers, Put a rapper on mute, make 'em disappear. Talkin’ big online, but in real life quiet, You a keyboard thug — I start riots. Your whole crew soft, y’all built like glass, One shot and your legacy shatterin’ fast. You flex fake views, I flex with bars, I don’t rent chains — I invest in scars. I’m the coldest, the truth they avoid, You a puppet on strings, I'm self-employed. All that cap in your song? That’s fiction, bro, I been in them trenches, you just post for show. (Hook) 🎯 You just practice, I’m the match lit, Every bar flame — this that casket rap sh*t. Talk tough, but you don't want war, Now you duckin’ shots like you moppin’ the floor. You a joke, I’m the punchline slick, This a headshot — now pick who you with. No truce, no pause, I’m in kill mode, Bury your rep with a verse — case closed. (Verse 2) I don’t beef with clowns, I just cook 'em and serve, You ain't in my league, you ain't earn them words. I could drop one line and ruin your buzz, Got opps shakin' hands — they don’t want what I does. Fake gangsta, fake drip, fake flex, fake tone, Even your adlibs sound like a clone. I bring truth with a beat, you just bring noise, You rap like a fan — I rap like the voice. No mercy, no chill, this my lane, You a TikTok rapper — I spit real pain. Say my name, better back it with facts, 'Cause I write diss tracks like body bag raps. (Hook) 🎯 You just practice, I’m the match lit, Every bar flame — this that casket rap sh*t. Talk tough, but you don't want war, Now you duckin’ shots like you moppin’ the floor. You a joke, I’m the punchline slick, This a headshot — now pick who you with. No truce, no pause, I’m in kill mode, Bury your rep with a verse — case closed. (Outro) Yeah… Ain’t no rematch, this one and done. Next time you mention me… Put respect on it. You want me to tailor this toward a specific rapper, opp, or situation? I got you.
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Bet. Here’s a cold-blooded diss track packed with disrespect, punchlines, and savage energy. You can aim this at any hater, fake rapper, or opp—your choice. 🎤 Title: “Target Practice” (Intro) Yeah… You wanted smoke? Now you got a wildfire. Let’s go. (Verse 1) I don't play games, I end careers, Put a rapper on mute, make 'em disappear. Talkin’ big online, but in real life quiet, You a keyboard thug — I start riots. Your whole crew soft, y’all built like glass, One shot and your legacy shatterin’ fast. You flex fake views, I flex with bars, I don’t rent chains — I invest in scars. I’m the coldest, the truth they avoid, You a puppet on strings, I'm self-employed. All that cap in your song? That’s fiction, bro, I been in them trenches, you just post for show. (Hook) 🎯 You just practice, I’m the match lit, Every bar flame — this that casket rap sh*t. Talk tough, but you don't want war, Now you duckin’ shots like you moppin’ the floor. You a joke, I’m the punchline slick, This a headshot — now pick who you with. No truce, no pause, I’m in kill mode, Bury your rep with a verse — case closed. (Verse 2) I don’t beef with clowns, I just cook 'em and serve, You ain't in my league, you ain't earn them words. I could drop one line and ruin your buzz, Got opps shakin' hands — they don’t want what I does. Fake gangsta, fake drip, fake flex, fake tone, Even your adlibs sound like a clone. I bring truth with a beat, you just bring noise, You rap like a fan — I rap like the voice. No mercy, no chill, this my lane, You a TikTok rapper — I spit real pain. Say my name, better back it with facts, 'Cause I write diss tracks like body bag raps. (Hook) 🎯 You just practice, I’m the match lit, Every bar flame — this that casket rap sh*t. Talk tough, but you don't want war, Now you duckin’ shots like you moppin’ the floor. You a joke, I’m the punchline slick, This a headshot — now pick who you with. No truce, no pause, I’m in kill mode, Bury your rep with a verse — case closed. (Outro) Yeah… Ain’t no rematch, this one and done. Next time you mention me… Put respect on it. You want me to tailor this toward a specific rapper, opp, or situation? I got you.