*(Intro:)*
(Yea)
Heard your name was world patternz, but, you can't be serious, who in the WORLD would listen to your patternz,
*(Verse one:)*
My ass could write better disses then yours
The only thing your good for is attracting whors, you don't belong on this WORLD, patternz, your lyrics so shit, I could wipe my ass with it.
(Barf)
*(Verse 2:)*
Why the hell do u think there was no response, Your a waste of his time, bud you wish you could ryme, the only reason someone puts your song on repeat,cuz it's such a good torcher technique, get all the criminals to speak.
*(Chorus)*
You said it's all in good fun??
Well, your rap is buns, diss track so lame
Mac didn't even try and he won.
(Not even close)
*(Verse 3)*
Wish that i knew how much time you put into this, prolly up all night on your ass, just trying to write one diss, well guess what. You swing and missed. (Ha) ha)
*(Verse 4)*
No one wants to hear your voice, trust me if they had a choice they'd mute you, and if not, they'd just shoot you.
*(Verse 5)*
Bro, just stop talking before your mom starts locking, you out of your house,
Before the feds come knocking. They won't even arrest you they'd just keep mocking.
*(Chorus)*
You said it's all in good fun??
Well, your rap is buns, diss track so lame
Mac didn't even try and he won.
(Not even close)
*(verse 6)*
Voice annoying as hell, worse then a loud ass bell, I never though words could actually smell
(garbage)
*(Verse 7)*
You think your the king?Well, you wish you could sing, Lyrics more repetitive then a bell on repeat. And you just stand there so depressed you start pounding your meat,
Just waiting for your impending defeat.
*(Chorus)*
You said it's all in good fun??
Well, your rap is buns, diss track so lame
Mac didn't even try and he won.
(Not even close)
*(Outro)*
Yo, patternz this was fun, don't worry bud I don't think your actually buns.
Not gonna lie you cooked Mac, lil bro probably had a heart attack.
Muzicmaster
