snatch your chain

Bet 🔥 here’s a brutal diss track with sharp punchlines and heavy cuss words — straight disrespectful, no holding back: [Hook] F*** your crew, f*** your name, you ain’t sh*t in this game, Talk loud on the mic, but in person you lame, I don’t beef online, I don’t play them games, I’ll bury your career, piss right on the grave. [Verse 1] You a wannabe thug, just a kid with a mic, I’m the type to swing first, you the type to just type, Claim you hard in the streets, but you soft in the booth, Everything that you spit ain’t facts, it’s spoof. You ain’t got no bars, you ain’t got no flow, I’m the storm, I’m the fire, you just rainin’ slow, Tryna bark like a dog, but you squeak like a rat, Better check your reflection — you ain’t built like that. [Hook] F*** your crew, f*** your name, you ain’t sh*t in this game, Talk loud on the mic, but in person you lame, I don’t beef online, I don’t play them games, I’ll bury your career, piss right on the grave. [Verse 2] I see fear in your eyes when I step on stage, You a weak-ass clown, I’m a beast in rage, Tryna flex with your chain, but it’s fake as f***, Better pawn that sh*t quick, you ain’t earn no bucks. I spit venom in the booth, leave your body in chalk, You just run your weak mouth, I don’t hear no talk, Keep my name out your lips ‘fore I snap that jaw,