Matty

[Intro:]
Yooooooo
You saw me spit fire before, you’ve seen nothing yet
You think I’m nothing compared to a kid who parodied Gangnam style of all things?
Ugh, he’s going down

[Verse 1:]
Matty B
I know your name
Making millions at 15 years of age
Now you making love songs
Go back to spitting fire, that’s what you’re known for
Get on the nt1a and spit some bars, kid I know you can do that
But instead you decide to look like a straight up Jacob Sartorius copycat
It’s no wonder he tried to rap, that went well
Better than anything you can do, I can tell
Now when you rapping, you don’t even try
It’s only 11 syllables, what’s going on, why?
I did 21 in only 2 seconds, and I’m only 13
You’re saying that’s beyond your limit, kid you’re older than me, what do you mean?!?
Your career wasn’t even based off of flexing, like every rapper should
You didn’t flex your Rolex, flex your Lambo, flex your golden chain that you got in the hood
When hearing your flow, it’s something that you could do
But then I remember, “Oh wait!” You don’t have a flow, it’s weak as hell dude!

[Verse 2:]
Matty B raps, more like Matty B’s career was bought out by his parents that are sipping margaritas out of gold wine glasses
They locked you in a cage and you can’t get out
This isn’t a diss track, this is a cry for help
You’re stuck, you wanna leave, I can tell
You’re a pawn and you’re in a chess game
I’m about to get some fire, set your career aflame
I know you wanna escape
I’m a hero in a cape
I really wanna eat some crepes
With a side of big old grapes
Sorry, I’m off topic
Kid you’ve make a mistake
Heard a lot of wack rappers, this takes the cake
If you were my stomach, you would ache
If you were a Nokia phone, you would break
If you were an animal, you’d be a snake
Cause you ain’t got no arms in this game
You wanna know how damn long it takes
For a rapper like me to be in this place?
Then you come along with your little kiddy braces
And steal my place, for goodness sake!

[Verse 3:]
I’ve had it with these goddamn 14 year olds
When they hear this diss, yeah they gonna be fearful
I’ma rip em to shreds, i ain’t in second place
Why should they be at the top of Famous Birthdays?
They don’t spit bars, they don’t even rap
And when they do it just sounds like utter crap
But they praise it! Cherish it with all their heart
Well then what about me? I make goddamn art!
You’re standing in front of a goddamn car
Where’s your license, kid? Non-existent, so far!
You better fold right now, I’ma tear you apart
You think your bars are fire, well just check this chart
According to statistics in 2018
I had more fire bars than your whole discography
You don’t believe me? Well check the terminology
You’re so wack you’re a subject in wackinology
I just ended you there
Don’t expect to come back, the rap game ain’t fair
Lil Karat Stixx, 2018
Gotta run now, they just found murder on the scene

[Outro:]
I'm not actually, running by the way, I'm just saying that so it sounds cool
By the way, I don't actually hate you Matty, I actually kinda look up to you, um, I'm just... um, jealous, kinda... you know. You're my idol and stuff... I'm just- wait, wait, can you cut that part out? Uh... please? Please, can you cut that out? Uh... that kinda defeats the point of a diss track and I don't wanna, um... sound like an, um... you know, um... a coward. So, can you please- um, thank you. Um, yep, bye. Lil Karat Stixx