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Lyrics
[Verse]
Click clack, my ink pen cock back, ready to spray
Tactical notes, turning battlefields to D-Day
Lines deploy like stealth drones, creeping through the haze
Every bar a landmine, you step wrong, it’s graves
Got a notepad, blueprint for your demise
Every word a bullet, precision, I improvise
Your weak rhymes? Paper planes, folding mid-flight
My syntax, missile strikes—ignite the night
Heavy artillery in syllables, break ya barricade
Napalm verses scorch ya, watch your shadows fade
Pen bleeds atomic, Hiroshima in my phrases
A dirty south assassin, erasing all these faces
[Chorus]
Click clack, the war is written
Ink’s the weapon, no forgetting
Battlefield of words, I’m spitting
Click clack, the war is written
[Verse 2]
My pen tip’s a bayonet, slicing through your squadron
Grenade verbs explode, leaving casualties forgotten
Tactical flow, my rhyme book’s the war plan
Send troops of metaphors, they march and expand
Bars camouflage, ambush like guerrillas in the mist
Your weak shots ricochet; my targets never missed
Cipher’s a battlefield, trenches dug with my cadence
Sniping weak syllables, leave your ego in the basement
Details
GeneratedSep 22, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty with booming 808s and sharp hi-hats, dirty south, dirty south rap, hard-hitting, rap, aggressive male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419ModelAria v4
Prompt
A hard dirty south rap diss utilizing word play comparing the words I write to a tactical break down of military weapons and war fair with a not-pad and a fully atomic ink pen utilize click clack
