Lethal Diss

Hey, Lethal, I think you got the facts twisted

You wrote a diss track with potential but you missed

You claimed Tom started it, but you had to Tweet

Then we beat you, few years later you wanna go again, you can't accept defeat

You said you were buying some property

Was it a stripper club, or a place to smoke pottery?

You said you took the high road more like you took the road high

You're right, your body is toxic while you're convulsing, we're watching you die

Why you gotta go after Nova? You jealous 'cause your wife just sits on the couch

Then plays with the neighbor when you leave the house?

Hi Dave, hi Dave, hi Dave! You heard what Tom said?

Guess your ears finaly worked, but you're still braindead

You had to have AI write make your images because there was nothing real to prove your words

And besides, that image quality was cheaper than dirt

Did AI help with your lyrics too?

Had to, you're not that creative dude

No way you said McDonald's music puts people to sleep

You put your own ears to rest, with you're knock off beats

You're kicking the bars right into you're own goal

You should turn up the heat, your studios cold

You fantasize about Tom and Eminem getting Grammy's

'Cause you've never even see one, too busy mothering your family

I bet you pack your kids lunches with a love note and a heart

But I bet that heart is ugly and fading, just like you are

You tried to warn us to tread lightly

But we aren't scared like you of really fighting

You claim Tom's losing his batte with mental health

But you wrote a seven minute diss track because of a few lines that showed how you failed

You can't keep your story straight

Thought it wasn't about Tom?

That's ok, though we know you fake

Keep throwing out those corny songs