Notes

Jayanth Diss Track
Background Music:
Money in the Grave (instrumental)
Middle Child (instrumental)
Boomtrap Protocol (instrumental)

You’re so fat, you’re never gonna get Anvita, I bet you 100 grand that’s someone’s gonna beat cha

You love McDonald’s, you think it’s great, but someday you’re gonna work there, and that’s just your fate

You think you’re so cool with that fake automatic, but truly you’re just one big Honda fanatic

You even clean the cafeteria, you don’t care if you catch any bacteria

Lego, Let’s go to the city round the mega blocks

You’re pathetic pity I gotta waste all my trigga shots

Once the clip is in, there’s pissed pants and mic-nifincent

I see the fear dippin in and the sight is magnificent

This is either ether or is it ghoulish
If you think the latter then you’re very foolish

Boom,click reload I just killed your career
that’s how we roll, wait actually, what career?

Jay, you think you so fine
But really, you ain’t got no rhymes
You know I’m always on the grind
Floss my reputation, boy does it shine

Ya I stood out, apart from the rest
I ain’t tryna drop, so this ain’t my best
Ya I’m making money, cash all those checks
You can’t ball either, why you tryna flex

Different colored chains, now I’m wearing fruits
You be in your shorts, I’m in my suit
Tryna rap, but that wasn’t cute
You tryna talk, but now you on mute

Ya I’m back on this track, and now I’m spittin’
Only one, and you are quitting
You can call me God, you I am admitting
I run this show, so it’s like I’m babysitting

Dissing you, with your track is a breeze
Dropped a couple lines, but now you wanna flee
Counting paper, ya I like it green
Self-confidence, ya I’m feeling clean

Can’t find my hairline where is yours?
You only tryna diss behind closed doors
Ya I’m in my bag, you don’t want more
Ya I’m washing you all over the shores

Stop tryna come back, just mature
When I hear you, I just ignored
Stop holding me, I’m tryna explore
Ya I’m roasting you, just like a smore

Ya I’m here, Millie Rock in the club
I’m the apple, you just a crumb
You thought you was good, but you’re in a slump
Stop tryna rap, you are a bum

Sir what you want
Everything on the menu
Sir I suggest croissant
Boi did I ask you
Sir you too fat
You should burn some cals
You see me with these racks
Everything you lack

You should go back
You be scared about these fax
You say I’m very mean
I’m telling you to get lean
So just run on the track

You want to be big, you want fame, but I think you play to many video games,

You should be ashamed, you’re the one to blame

Even if you meet me you’ll never get tamed

I came here to slay, you now you are ceased,

Honestly, I think that I’m a rapping beast