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Been holding off on this for a while now… now, I know what needs to be done.

Let me get the formalities out the way. “Hi, my name is disdain.”
Exaggerate? Yeah, maybe that will be the case.
I’m no longer feeling entertained by this game.
But, those three smug drunks are what kept me going till this day.

Now, I’m not sure what way to lunge forward with all of this.
Oh yeah, five years ago. I launched a song, it became a hit.
They asked for it, to review. Received a punch right back.
Cause, Misters beanie, beefy and our guest’s thoughts ‘bout the track were
“Oh, he’s mumbling too fast. I can’t catch up.
Drink a shot, and then I’ll pass out.”
Really? Oh! I’ll make you swallow your words.

Put it simply, the main context of whatever took place.
Is in this episode of theirs, where they openly disgraced me.
While I’m here making something they can never replace.
I got up. Then, I swore I’ll do whatever it takes.
Fight, and never back down is all you’ll ever see on my face.
And, no. This ain’t no diss and it ain’t no clout chase.

….What’d you think this was gonna be? How’d you think this was gonna go? To say this, I will cut the beat.

Score a man a two outta five on his song, and then you ask him
To pretend like nothing’s happened yet, he’s desperately abandoned.
So, he charges up a fire. Which’ll ultimately advance him
To challenge himself and others. And now, I gotta ask you-

Huh, I forgot something. Oh yeah, my beat.

Pin a score, that’s rating for a song.
To drink ‘n miss it all, allowing me to this bar.
It’s for the video, huh? Then, what the hell was this all for?
If I wanted your opinion on the video, I’ll want
A refund on my entire career. All my songs.
Oh, dare i? I just rhymed the same word. Now, facepalm.
That’s exactly the kind of thing you’re reaction went on and on
‘Bout, in the span of six fucking minutes- I’ve taken too long.

You can’t perceive reality, too passive, I’m decisive.
Got a particular set of skills, and I’ve never been the nicest
Guy that you’ll meet. Cause, with all honesty, I might be
Wrong about this. You were tryna uplift, but, behind it
Infighting, biting your tongue, till it siphoned
“Hi there, I’m crisis. Brother of disd- okay, that’s enough.