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.