“Hey NerdySean, if you do end up hearing this, I just wanna let you know that”

It’s not a fucking joke, be a man and say it proud.
Don’t try to cover your ass with some bitchy little cop-out,
(Watch out!)
Shit! Man, he’s casting the gauntlet,
But didn’t expect the king to pick it up, you better watch it.
Attacking someone better than him to get exposure,
Now he’s dealing with a veteran vetting him with his own words,
“You need to be tough” cause shit this game will fuck you up,
Grow some thicker skin and diss with intent, and spend some bucks!
You didn’t even buy the beat! Producers love you…
You try to run up on me mother fucker I will crush you!
I think it’s kinda odd you say she’s hot, attracting dudes,
Then you put her in the thumbnail tryna rake in all the views.
Your track is littered with unintelligible hypocrisy,
It’s got to be the worst attempted diss from here to Botany,
And obviously it bothers him to see a girl with confidence,
Step up to the mound and throw a pitch.
This bitch is ‘bout to miss.

“Holy shit… that took like one try for me to do. I mean seriously,
Did you even listen to it before putting out?
Cause I’m pretty sure any sensible human being would’ve known that’s garbage.
Oh yeah, and by the way… her name is ‘Spaghetti’ because… fuck you. That’s why.”

So pay attention, little faggot, check your watch and words,
And watch a wordsmith work the verse, send a hearse,
Cause the first responders won’t arrive in time to find yo ass alive,
Spit fire not saliva, ‘fore you try to kick this ass of mine.
*Dispatch* send some backup for this bitch’s track,
Speaking of which, here’s some ammo for your diss back,
I’m making sure you’ll spit facts,
Instead of making shit about me up, cause I ain’t with that (with that) ya feel?
Okay first off, my schooling days were just a living hell,
Every day I’d walk in, get my ass kicked till the final bell, shit (shit),
And loyalty to me is unheard of,
First I’m told to be more passive, then I’m told to be assertive,
And because of my confusion all the girls, they just desert him,
Leaving me to sit and question why I’m on this planet, Earth.
And yes I said I think of suicide, shit, just ‘bout every day,
My mind has had enough, but you’re more likely to go out that way.

“Also, I’m broke, almost twenty and still live with my parents.
I’m a lightweight so I don’t drink. I never go to parties.
I’m typically very likely to give up and just quit.
I’ve been single for over a year because I’m scared to talk to girls.
I once ran away from home for two days because my mom told me to do the dishes.
And I secretly wish everyone would notice, and praise me.”

Okay back to it, what the fuck have you been doing?
Do you honestly think your “rap career” don’t need improvement?
And I put that in quotations cause it’s pretty fucking questionable,
To claim that you’re a rapper. Site a source, and make it reputable!
I’ve had e-fucking-nough
Of prissy wimps thinking they’re tough,
Cause they call you out on track.
I think he’s salty ‘bout the subs.
Three hundred for three vids? I think that’s pretty fucking great.
I would have a fucking K if I expanded at that rate.
And holy shit, this dude was desperate for some rhymes,
Called a dick a fucking “peater” (Peter), what was going through your mind?!
Well you’ll grab your knee in agony, by the time I’m fucking done.
You think you rap? Go join with track, hit the pavement, try to run.
And if you do step to the mic, bring some skill, or you can bite me.
Or I’ll beat your ass a second time. Brigette, say it. “Crikey!”