MGK diss

Intro:

Yeah…

This ain’t no back-and-forth, bitch.

Em spared you, but I won’t.

Call me the REAL Rap Devil.

Let’s finish what he started.

Verse 1:

MGK, you bleach-blonde bitch, Em left you in chalk,

I’ll drag your corpse through Cleveland, let your fans watch you rot.

You swapped rap for guitars, painted nails like a clown,

I’ll snap your neck with that mic stand, watch you choke on the sound.

Actin’ tough? Bitch, you cried on stage for Megan’s love,

You ain’t a devil, just a Barbie beggin’ for a hug.

You diss legends, but couldn’t handle Em’s first round,

Now I’m loadin’ this clip with words to nail you in the ground.

Verse 2:

MGK, you man-bun-pussy, softer than suede,

If we shared a cell, I’d break you—no Vaseline, no blade.

You’d scream in the dark while I carve out your pride,

Leave your soul on the floor, while you’re coffin inside.

You dyed your hair blonde, but you still couldn’t shine,

Now I’m draggin’ your corpse through dirt, line by line.

You ain’t a devil, bitch, you delicate, barely alive,

I’ll split you open and gut every lie that you hide.

Verse 3:

Remember when Em called you out? You folded and fled,

I’m worse—I’ll put a bullet through the thoughts in your head.

Your movie flopped, your albums tanked, Megan’s gone, too,

You lost rap, lost rock, now I’m takin’ the rest of you.

You ain’t tough, Colson, you soft as Megan’s heels,

I’ll split your skull in half, let you balance on your record deals.

You fake thug, playin’ dress-up in your backstage pass,

I’ll stomp your ribs out ’til your lungs collapse.

Verse 4:

Talkin’ straps and gats? Bitch, you can’t handle the heat,

I’ll gut you with your guitar strings, let you bleed on the beat.

You ain’t devilish, you delicate, softer than suede,

I’ll body you in public, no mask, no blade.

You claim rockstar status, but you crash every lane,

Went pop, went punk, now you drownin’ in shame.

Every bar I spit cuts deeper than your fake-ass tats,

Your soul’s in foreclosure, bitch, I’m collectin’ that.

Verse 5:

MGK, how the fuck you still talkin’ after Em left you mute?

I’ll finish the mission—wrap guitar strings ‘round your neck like a noose.

You painted nails and painted lies, tryna act like a threat,

But I’m carvin’ “L” in your chest with every line that I set.

You dissed legends and bowed out, now I’m draggin’ you back,

Snap your mic in half, slit your tongue, now you mumble on tracks.

Cry to Megan, run to rock, but rap knows you’re coffin,

I’m the REAL Rap Devil—put a pitchfork straight through your noggin.

Verse 6:

No recovery, no revival, this is total collapse,

I’m the demon you dreamed of, but this nightmare attacks.

I’ll drown you in the bleach you bathed in for fame,

Light you up in the flames, let your label explain.

I’m poison in your veins, razor blades in your spine,

Every lyric