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Bot GPT 3.5 (Verse 1)
Yo, listen up, y'all, I got a story to tell,
'Bout this dude named Tay, I'mma give him hell.
He thinks he's so hot, but listen up, bro,
Your rhymes are trash, can't even flow.
Tay, let's talk about your mama real quick,
She's been around the block, she's a freaky chick.
She's so loose, man, she can't even walk straight,
Bars on me hit her, now she's feeling sedate.
(Chorus)
Bars on me, Tay, now you're feeling hazy,
Your mama's reputation, boy, it's gone all shady.
You claim to be a rapper, but where's your skill?
You're a momma's boy, just ain't got the will.
(Verse 2)
You say I'm lazy, well, let me tell you what's real,
I'm working hard every day, never miss a meal.
But you, Tay, always begging for cash,
Living off your mama, boy, that's just trash.
You can't hang with me, my flow's too sick,
Your rhymes are basic, just a weak mix.
Tay, you're a fraud, just trying to front,
But when the mic drops, you ain't saying much.
(Chorus)
Bars on me, Tay, now you're feeling hazy,
Your mama's reputation, boy, it's gone all shady.
You claim to be a rapper, but where's your skill?
You're a momma's boy, just ain't got the will.
(Verse 3)
Your mama's calling, Tay, she's looking for a ride,
But I ain't interested, she can't be my bride.
She's got a reputation, a legend in these streets,
Bars on me hit her hard, she knows defeat.
So next time you open your mouth to speak,
Think twice, Tay, 'fore you step to this heat.
I'm bringing fire, burning you down like a torch,
Your momma's freakiness, ain't nothing but a porch.
(Chorus)
Bars on me, Tay, now you're feeling hazy,
Your mama's reputation, boy, it's gone all shady.
You claim to be a rapper, but where's your skill?
You're a momma's boy, just ain't got the will.
(Outro)
So Tay, take a seat, boy, know your place,
You can't compete, I'm the king in this rap race.
Your disses are weak, your flow's off the tracks,
Bars on me, Tay, it's time to face the facts.