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Fuck you Joey why you talking like we equals?
I am 4, 5 ,6, you are just the prequels
This ain't gonna be a back and forth like it’s table tennis
You are just a fake and a flop like the Phantom Menace
Joey you a dumbass, bet you make me delete this
I am like brand new Nike, You like Spanish fake Adidas
This some elementary shit, and your intro with the thesis
Write a diss track like an essay, got that A+ this the cleanest

Stop what you're writing put those lyrics in the shredder
No matter what you, my will always be better
Now I'm sitting stacking all this provolone and cheddar
If you swam for four months, where’s that varsity letter?
And you bad at Fortnite, now Joey you just suck
I been sick at rhyming, so I let the gunning struck
I got one up top, in the chamber better duck
With that heavy trigger finger if you tryna test yo luck
You ain't get the whole picture better go and take a pano
If you cross me one more time I'm gonna snap call me Thanos
Go and get my going Imma turn yo ass to dust
You been playing with live ammo, careful how you spend your trust

My words are magic like Orlando
You Childish like Lando
Three-peat like the Lakers
But if you a lake, you can't flow
Joey you a snake and everybody knows
If you were a grocery store you'd be called Trader Joe's
They said I need to chill, I said thats what all my ice do
After what you did man, Joey I don't like you
Call in KOS that means goon that boy on sight
Cuz im the diss track chemist, you can call me Walter White

Now you know what happens, when you talkin' that reckless
You are one of many I just crossed you off my checklist
Know you got a question, but you too scared to ask it
Man this a funeral, don’t forget your casket
Call me the professor cuz im teaching you a lesson
Mr. Mackey please sit down cuz the course is now in session
But I ain’t Jacob Kello, and this ain't Spanish class
Man fuck a diss, I’ll drop a sonnet on yo ass
I ain't Meek, but I'm still steady making' Mills
While you busy counting’ L's
Ill be be counting dollar bills
Got them U of D shooters
Sitting Cherry Lawn and Seven
If you tryna catch some hands then imma send yo ass to heaven

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