LOOK WHAT I'M PLANNING (STARCLOWN811 DISS TRACK)
This right here is the direct sequel to the warning. The title says it all: "LOOK WHAT I'M PLANNING." If you heard the outro of my last track, "I'M A MONSTER," you heard me say those words. This is the execution of that plan. I had to flip another one of my concepts into a full-scale diss track aimed directly at Starboy811 (aka Starclown811). This needs to end. The constant harassment, the death threats, the toxic posse that eggs him on—it stops now. Let me be ABSOLUTELY CLEAR for the people in the back: This is NOT an attack on his Down syndrome. I've known nothing but love from others with it. This is an attack on his VILE BEHAVIOR. A disability is not a license to bully, harass, and freely use racial slurs. The people who condone this and laugh while he does it are just as guilty. He thinks he can get away with it because the app developers look the other way. So, I'm handling it the only way I know how: with the pen and the mic. This track is a direct response to his trash talk about my music, his lies that I harass him, and his inability to form a coherent verse while he criticizes mine. Pay close attention to the rapid-fire section—that's me showcasing the skill I have that he so clearly lacks. He sounds like a mumbling mess; I sound like a lyrical assassin. And to his crew and the trolls who keep saying I "copy Eminem"... yeah, this is another derivative rendition. I'm embracing it. If you're gonna accuse me of it, I'm gonna prove I can master that style and use it to destroy you. This is my final warning. Starclown811, this is your chance to apologize and stop. Or the next one won't be a diss track; it'll be your farewell party. Hashtags: #LookWhatImPlanning #Starclown811Diss #RezzyFlintboy #AntiBullying #Accountability #EminemRendition #DerivativeWork #DissTrack #HipHop #RapidFire #FastRap #FinalWarning #Confrontation #ToxicBehavior #NoMoreHarassment #MohawkDutch #WordplayWarrior #HipHopWithAMessage #Starclown811Diss #LookWhatImPlanning #RezzyFlintboy #AntiBullying #Accountability #EminemRendition #DerivativeWork #DissTrack #HipHop #RapidFire #FinalWarning #Confrontation #StarTrollClown811 @Starnoy811 take a step back and learn a lesson boy! 😜 Ayo, check the mic. One two… You hear that? That's the sound of the ground cracking under your feet. Thought you could slide by with your name on my timeline? Nah. This ain't a request for your opinion, and it sure as hell ain't an invitation. This is a public service announcement. A eulogy for your ego, set to a fire beat. This is a straight-up diss track by me, Rezzy Flint Boy, and it's aimed directly at you, Starclown811. So sit the hell down and listen close. This is your finale. Hey yo, it's Rezzy Flint Boy on the beat and I don't give a shit what you think of me You're a little bitch by the name of Starclown811 I don't give a shit what you think of me, I'm a motherfucking beast when it comes to my beats You can just go drop dead or jump off a bridge and or play dead Cuz this Is a Rezzy This Track Bitch... Look what I'm planning... I'm using my words to chop you down [Beat slams in with aggressive 808s and rapid hi-hats] Look what I'm planning'—using' my words to chop you down, the hammer's droppin', no more manners This for the clowns, the chat-room pests, the toxic banners You think you're shielded, a special case, immune to answers? Your behavior's a disgrace, you're not a star, you're just a dancer A Starclown 811, that's the fact, I'm puttin' numbers on your jacket You run your mouth, a constant static, think you can hack it? You mention my name, you tag me in, you spit your venom But your flow's a train wreck, can't form a word, I can't even comprehend 'em! You threaten lives, you harass crews, you think it's funny But playtime's over, little boy, this ain't no game, it's about artistry And reputation, mine is solid, yours is purely based on pity While you're spouting' the N-word, egged on by a toxic city! Look what I'm planning'... using' my words to chop you down... for you! This ain't about the Down syndrome, it's about the crap you do! I had a brother with it, see? He was sweet, he was kind! You're just a bully hidin' behind the weak minds you find! Look what I'm planning'... this verbal blade... it's war! I asked you nicely, left you alone, now I'm setting' the score! Keep my name out your mouth, this is your final warning' Or the next track won't be a diss, it'll be a eulogy in the morning'! Now for the speed, the proof, the skill you lack entirely! You say I sound like Em? Damn right, and I'm takin' it back literally! This is a rendition, a derivative, a lesson in precision! While you're mumble-cursing', giving' death threats with zero vision! My words are bullets, yours are bubbles, they pop and they're gone You're in the public chat all day, a desperate, lonely pawn I'm in the booth, constructing' truth, building' my legacy You're just a footnote, a toxic root, a social tragedy The developers won't ban you, so the pen in my hand will! I'm the judge and the jury, this verse is the lethal bill! You wanna talk trash about my music? Go look in the mirror! My tracks are professional, yours make listeners feel sorrier! You got a problem rappin'? Then sit down, be humble! 'Fore I turn this verbal assault into your final stumble! You heard the preview... "Look what I'm planning..." That wasn't just a line, it was a promise I was handing. It meant my words are tomahawks, sharpened, ready for the throw, Now look at you, chopped apart, limb from limb, and now you know. Every syllable a strike, a cut that's deep and precise, Leavin' you in pieces, was it worth paying' that price? You thought it was a joke? You kept runnin' your mouth non-stop? Well, here's the plan, Starclown... this is the final drop. Let this be the lesson that the whole world understands, It ain't smart to step to Rezzy Flintboy, boy, I got the upper hands. My pen is a weapon, my flow is the attack, And once the words leave my lips, there is no takin' 'em back. So I'll ask you directly, since you didn't get the hint: Are you finally ready to apologize? Or is this it? This is Rezzy Flintboy. The only one. The warning's been sent. The plan is done. Starclown811... your move. But I suggest you don't make one.
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This right here is the direct sequel to the warning. The title says it all: "LOOK WHAT I'M PLANNING." If you heard the outro of my last track, "I'M A MONSTER," you heard me say those words. This is the execution of that plan. I had to flip another one of my concepts into a full-scale diss track aimed directly at Starboy811 (aka Starclown811). This needs to end. The constant harassment, the death threats, the toxic posse that eggs him on—it stops now. Let me be ABSOLUTELY CLEAR for the people in the back: This is NOT an attack on his Down syndrome. I've known nothing but love from others with it. This is an attack on his VILE BEHAVIOR. A disability is not a license to bully, harass, and freely use racial slurs. The people who condone this and laugh while he does it are just as guilty. He thinks he can get away with it because the app developers look the other way. So, I'm handling it the only way I know how: with the pen and the mic. This track is a direct response to his trash talk about my music, his lies that I harass him, and his inability to form a coherent verse while he criticizes mine. Pay close attention to the rapid-fire section—that's me showcasing the skill I have that he so clearly lacks. He sounds like a mumbling mess; I sound like a lyrical assassin. And to his crew and the trolls who keep saying I "copy Eminem"... yeah, this is another derivative rendition. I'm embracing it. If you're gonna accuse me of it, I'm gonna prove I can master that style and use it to destroy you. This is my final warning. Starclown811, this is your chance to apologize and stop. Or the next one won't be a diss track; it'll be your farewell party. Hashtags: #LookWhatImPlanning #Starclown811Diss #RezzyFlintboy #AntiBullying #Accountability #EminemRendition #DerivativeWork #DissTrack #HipHop #RapidFire #FastRap #FinalWarning #Confrontation #ToxicBehavior #NoMoreHarassment #MohawkDutch #WordplayWarrior #HipHopWithAMessage #Starclown811Diss #LookWhatImPlanning #RezzyFlintboy #AntiBullying #Accountability #EminemRendition #DerivativeWork #DissTrack #HipHop #RapidFire #FinalWarning #Confrontation #StarTrollClown811 @Starnoy811 take a step back and learn a lesson boy! 😜 Ayo, check the mic. One two… You hear that? That's the sound of the ground cracking under your feet. Thought you could slide by with your name on my timeline? Nah. This ain't a request for your opinion, and it sure as hell ain't an invitation. This is a public service announcement. A eulogy for your ego, set to a fire beat. This is a straight-up diss track by me, Rezzy Flint Boy, and it's aimed directly at you, Starclown811. So sit the hell down and listen close. This is your finale. Hey yo, it's Rezzy Flint Boy on the beat and I don't give a shit what you think of me You're a little bitch by the name of Starclown811 I don't give a shit what you think of me, I'm a motherfucking beast when it comes to my beats You can just go drop dead or jump off a bridge and or play dead Cuz this Is a Rezzy This Track Bitch... Look what I'm planning... I'm using my words to chop you down [Beat slams in with aggressive 808s and rapid hi-hats] Look what I'm planning'—using' my words to chop you down, the hammer's droppin', no more manners This for the clowns, the chat-room pests, the toxic banners You think you're shielded, a special case, immune to answers? Your behavior's a disgrace, you're not a star, you're just a dancer A Starclown 811, that's the fact, I'm puttin' numbers on your jacket You run your mouth, a constant static, think you can hack it? You mention my name, you tag me in, you spit your venom But your flow's a train wreck, can't form a word, I can't even comprehend 'em! You threaten lives, you harass crews, you think it's funny But playtime's over, little boy, this ain't no game, it's about artistry And reputation, mine is solid, yours is purely based on pity While you're spouting' the N-word, egged on by a toxic city! Look what I'm planning'... using' my words to chop you down... for you! This ain't about the Down syndrome, it's about the crap you do! I had a brother with it, see? He was sweet, he was kind! You're just a bully hidin' behind the weak minds you find! Look what I'm planning'... this verbal blade... it's war! I asked you nicely, left you alone, now I'm setting' the score! Keep my name out your mouth, this is your final warning' Or the next track won't be a diss, it'll be a eulogy in the morning'! Now for the speed, the proof, the skill you lack entirely! You say I sound like Em? Damn right, and I'm takin' it back literally! This is a rendition, a derivative, a lesson in precision! While you're mumble-cursing', giving' death threats with zero vision! My words are bullets, yours are bubbles, they pop and they're gone You're in the public chat all day, a desperate, lonely pawn I'm in the booth, constructing' truth, building' my legacy You're just a footnote, a toxic root, a social tragedy The developers won't ban you, so the pen in my hand will! I'm the judge and the jury, this verse is the lethal bill! You wanna talk trash about my music? Go look in the mirror! My tracks are professional, yours make listeners feel sorrier! You got a problem rappin'? Then sit down, be humble! 'Fore I turn this verbal assault into your final stumble! You heard the preview... "Look what I'm planning..." That wasn't just a line, it was a promise I was handing. It meant my words are tomahawks, sharpened, ready for the throw, Now look at you, chopped apart, limb from limb, and now you know. Every syllable a strike, a cut that's deep and precise, Leavin' you in pieces, was it worth paying' that price? You thought it was a joke? You kept runnin' your mouth non-stop? Well, here's the plan, Starclown... this is the final drop. Let this be the lesson that the whole world understands, It ain't smart to step to Rezzy Flintboy, boy, I got the upper hands. My pen is a weapon, my flow is the attack, And once the words leave my lips, there is no takin' 'em back. So I'll ask you directly, since you didn't get the hint: Are you finally ready to apologize? Or is this it? This is Rezzy Flintboy. The only one. The warning's been sent. The plan is done. Starclown811... your move. But I suggest you don't make one.
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