Obsessed Dick-Rider

Oh, here wo go again, this pathetic loser obsessed with me
Losing a battle was too much for your ego, so you had to repeat
The same shit you was pullin' outta yo ass, indeed
C'mon, man, you're literally standin' face to face wit' a defeat
No girl ever broke my heart, please stop writin' disses when you're drunk
Yeah, you know I'm known for beatin' the fuck out of a punk
And that's you, you look like a fuckin' chipmunk
Can't get no girl with yo aura, you smell worse than a skunk
I ain't make the best disses, but I make better ones than you ever will
Yeah, I'm cooking and fryin' yo ass on the grill
All you are is a simping leech who contributes nothing to the bills
Dissin' me 'cause you're mad you ain't got skills
If that second diss was low-effort, I can't imagine how dumb the ones with effort will become
You are an egotistical pushin' 50 hoe who can't accept criticism
You ain't got wisdom, you're a fuckin' bum
Who can't be happy for other people, yeah, I'd say you're my son
But if I had a son, he wouldn't be a pathetic weeb
You belong fuckin' nowhere, can't even handle the slightest of heat
Actin' like a big shot, but you'll never, ever compete
I need you to go to Account Settings and hit delete
I know you only think my dad's fake because you're parentless
Thought you was about shit, but you're just a mess
Actin' like I'm the bitch, but you never did impress
Anybody, and that's why you'll soon be workin' at FedEx