Packer got Packed *PACK GOD disstrack/

**DISS TRACK LYRICS:**  **[Verse]**   Yo, Packgod, you think you packin’ heat,   But you just a kid with a keyboard, tryna compete,   Divorced parents, man, where’s your support?   Only seven-year-olds in your chat, you fell short.      Your bars sound jumbled, like you're lost in translation,   Can’t even hear your punchlines, what’s your foundation?   You packin’ folks on Discord, but I pack rhymes,   While you hide behind a screen, I’m spittin’ real crimes.      Like a toddler swingin’ fists, you swingin’ at ghosts,   I’m the heavyweight champ, you’re just a bad host.   Call yourself a god? More like a glitch in the matrix,   I’m the real deal, son, while you’re just a fake twist.      Used to be a student, now you’re failing your class,   When I drop these bars, it’s like a teacher’s wrath.   Your ego’s inflated, but your skills don’t measure,   I’m the diamond in the rough, you’re just cubic pressure.      **[Chorus]**   Packgod, step back, you ain't on my level,   Talkin' big game, but you sound like a pebble.   Words so weak, like your fan base, it’s tragic,   I’m the lyrical beast, and you’re just magic —   Watch it unravel, your ego's a bluff,   In this rap game, son, you ain’t good enough.      Packgod, you packin' but you're missin' the aim,   I'm the wildfire, while you’re just a flicker of flame. you say your the bomb? I'm the nuclear option, I'ma roast you so hard our parents will call for adoption. oh shit- already happened,  Fast, strong, brutal, fatal, never forgotten,   In this diss track battle, son, you're already rotten.

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