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Take The Fucking L (CasinoFreak Freestyle Diss Track)
- Dumbass back to talkin’ crap, shut yo ass, too dumb to do simple math, accept the fuckin’ facts.
- Can’t accept the fact that your ass is trash, see the aftermath, touch some fuckin’ grass.
- We know you just mad and bad, your life is sad, you have no real mom and yo dad is an iPad.
- Fuckin’ spaz, you ain’t all that or that jazz, thinkin’ you scary like Son Of Sam.
- Well now you’ll face my wrath, [die from the Venom and it’ll be your last dance.](Reference to Venom: The Last Dance)
- You got unholy body mass, fatass, bringin’ no bags, haven’t even seen cash or a single rack.
- K Pop stan, and mom’s a man, puttin’ the ‘child’ in ‘manchild’, fatter than Bubble Bass.
- Now Imma attack, [got you salty like Morton so fuck your tiny sack](I'm saying CasinoFreak is 'salty' as in mad, but also actual salt, and Morton is a brand of salt, but also referring to Craig Morton, a quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys back in the 60s/70s, and in football, a sack is when a quarterback gets taken down behind the line of scrimmage, but salt is also poured in sacks, and 'sack' can also be short for 'ballsack', so I'm saying CasinoFreak is mad because he has a small dick which prevents him from getting women), yo stupidity is maxed.
- Speakin’ of gettin’ laid, you tried that once with a Lay’s chip, and that ended in vain,
- And that’s the same result with yo small train, your decline is yours to blame.
- [Takin’ facts about yourself and then puttin’ my name](Literally all his disses, he does it to X Factor, too) on them, you must’ve been a fuckin’ pain,
- In the ass to the last body pillow you tried to fuck, couldn’t even do it when they was drunk.
- Bitch ass cuck, you fuckin’ suck, lookin’ like a chipmunk, lil’ punk, smellin’ like a skunk.
- Playing videogames is a better hobby than wathcin’ PornHub, [delete both accounts](Referring to his RapPad account and his PornHub account),
- Then maybe your so called bitches will stop cheatin’ on ya in Fortnite lobbies,
- Resorted to sellin’ yo body, but [can’t even put the ‘fans’ in OnlyFans](This ties back to the PornHub line, since CasinoFreak is most likely a gay pornstar, and OnlyFans is similar to PornHub, but CasinoFreak can't put the 'fans' in 'OnlyFans', since nobody likes him), now get bodied,
- Actin’ so cocky, knew you was cowerin’ when you saw me, fuck yo one man posse.
- Or should I say polygamous cult, go and sulk, ram you like a bull, you diss was stupidity,
- In bulk, IQ is negative infinity, only the ruler of degeneracy, questionable online activity,
- Horrifying search history, puttin’ body pillows in misery, you’ve already been whooped lyrically.
- Quit the tom foolery, listen you douchebag without a dick, I know you’ve never gotten a bitch,
- I’m the one that hits, be humble and sit the fuck down, lil’ shit, you should just fuckin’ quit,
- You hold the world record for the biggest tits, you spent all Thanksgiving writing that bullshit?
- No wonder you can’t even get dick, let alone clit, you’re the one with only partial drip,
- [Like your cheesy terrible raps, they flopped](I'm saying CasinoFreak's disses are terrible, but also referring to Lunchly, which ties back to the 'drip' part of last bar, since Lunchly was known for having drippy cheese, and Lunchly flopped), now stop, this jock will forever be an opp.
- Imma become a cop and you’ll get knocked out, go ahead and pout, 2 months later,
- Still tryna milk me for clout, you’re the one that’s delusional here, wake up to reality,
- Leave behind your fantasy, yo birth was a tragedy, mentally in agony, your false claims,
- Just plain insanity, tryna take everyone’s sanity, I’ll happily burn yo bitch ass,
- That’s another fatality, your existence’s a travesty, time to bring in the cavalry,
- And speakin’ of false claims, how you gon’ say I can’t say slurs when yo call X Factor,
- 'X FAGter', certified capper and fapper and yapper and lacker, lifeless slacker,
- [Chapter 1 of grief](Denial), how you gon’ say you get bitches when you’re too egotistical,
- To read other people’s disses, you got what’s called a bad image, burned all yo bridges.
- Now yo landed in hell, ate too much Taco Bell, always sell, and you smell.
- The basment is where you dwell, success is what you repel, so take the fucking L.
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