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Yeah— Lil Muffin, I’m about to muffin your muffin—watch how I fold him, You buttered up egos, I’m cuttin’ through dough like I’m holdin’ a cold pen, You “measure my effort” with letters? That metric is broken, B-minus? That’s B-lie-nus—‘cause your grading scale’s bogus. You weaponize “effort” excessively, echo it endlessly, Lexicon limited—every sentence a penalty, Repetitive rhetoric, mental deficiency, You say it so often it’s losin’ its efficiency. “Don’t smile at me”—what, my joy is a threat? You annoyed by a grin ‘cause you can’t fake respect? That’s projection, rejection—your reflection upset, You pressin’ expressions you never possessed. “We not on the same page”—correct, I’m the author, You stuck in the margins, a footnote I slaughter, I’m plot with a twist, you a typo they alter, I bind whole books while you fail as a starter. Said you “bigger”—that’s surface, no substance to show, Just an inflated assumption that’s puffed up for show, I puncture your presence—now what do you know? All that size deflates when I’m cuttin’ the flow. You claim you got “balls,” but that’s bold for a minor, Your lines outta line—crossin’ borders, a blinder, That ain’t intimidation, that’s weak one-liners, You swing with your hands ‘cause your bars need a writer. “No pressure, no lecture”—that’s layered hypocrisy, Every breath you project is a stress you embody, see, Say you don’t preach but you speech like a prophecy, Then contradict instantly—verbal anomaly. Effort, effort—man, that mantra’s your mask, But the more that you say it, the more that it cracks, ‘Cause real effort’s silent—it’s shown, never asked, While you beg for acknowledgment stuck in the past. Lil Muffin—malfunction, you crumble in function, Construction is nothing but bluff in production, I’m runnin’ these junctions with double conduction, While you stuck in reduction, can’t handle the function. You fifteen, but you flex like you forged in a fire, I’m a forge of the force—every bar gettin’ higher, You a spark that expires, I’m a spark that inspires, Turn your talk to a tire—flat, dragged through the wire. Same page? Nah—you not even a draft, I’m the craft and the aftermath, math in the wrath, You subtract from yourself every time that you act, I multiply pressure—divide you in half. So keep chantin’ “effort,” it’s your only refrain, While I weaponize syllables, loadin’ the brain, This ain’t just a diss, it’s a surgical flame— I don’t yell to be heard… I just level the game
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Yeah— Lil Muffin, I’m about to muffin your muffin—watch how I fold him, You buttered up egos, I’m cuttin’ through dough like I’m holdin’ a cold pen, You “measure my effort” with letters? That metric is broken, B-minus? That’s B-lie-nus—‘cause your grading scale’s bogus. You weaponize “effort” excessively, echo it endlessly, Lexicon limited—every sentence a penalty, Repetitive rhetoric, mental deficiency, You say it so often it’s losin’ its efficiency. “Don’t smile at me”—what, my joy is a threat? You annoyed by a grin ‘cause you can’t fake respect? That’s projection, rejection—your reflection upset, You pressin’ expressions you never possessed. “We not on the same page”—correct, I’m the author, You stuck in the margins, a footnote I slaughter, I’m plot with a twist, you a typo they alter, I bind whole books while you fail as a starter. Said you “bigger”—that’s surface, no substance to show, Just an inflated assumption that’s puffed up for show, I puncture your presence—now what do you know? All that size deflates when I’m cuttin’ the flow. You claim you got “balls,” but that’s bold for a minor, Your lines outta line—crossin’ borders, a blinder, That ain’t intimidation, that’s weak one-liners, You swing with your hands ‘cause your bars need a writer. “No pressure, no lecture”—that’s layered hypocrisy, Every breath you project is a stress you embody, see, Say you don’t preach but you speech like a prophecy, Then contradict instantly—verbal anomaly. Effort, effort—man, that mantra’s your mask, But the more that you say it, the more that it cracks, ‘Cause real effort’s silent—it’s shown, never asked, While you beg for acknowledgment stuck in the past. Lil Muffin—malfunction, you crumble in function, Construction is nothing but bluff in production, I’m runnin’ these junctions with double conduction, While you stuck in reduction, can’t handle the function. You fifteen, but you flex like you forged in a fire, I’m a forge of the force—every bar gettin’ higher, You a spark that expires, I’m a spark that inspires, Turn your talk to a tire—flat, dragged through the wire. Same page? Nah—you not even a draft, I’m the craft and the aftermath, math in the wrath, You subtract from yourself every time that you act, I multiply pressure—divide you in half. So keep chantin’ “effort,” it’s your only refrain, While I weaponize syllables, loadin’ the brain, This ain’t just a diss, it’s a surgical flame— I don’t yell to be heard… I just level the game
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