You should diss me frfr
My beef with MC is real
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you sure calm?
85 me 15 ai, did some touch ups with chat gpt ngl
CocoAndTheCloudz wrote:
CalmLeGurl wrote:
You should diss me frfr
Anyone can diss you.
goes for anyone really tbh
here it goes calm, you asked for this so lemme know what you think:
Ayo, Calmlegurl, you’re cruisin’ wild out here, innit? Brain mush has ya locked down, yeah? Lemme help ya vibe, bruv.
Yo, Chillchick, what’s poppin' with your energy? Every TikTok flick, lookin' like you’re in a dream spree. Peepers stuck to the pixels, ain't seen the green, Livin' through them filters, mate, that’s a mean scene. You’re slammin' nonsense, pure barmy, Brain cells doin' a runner, it’s lookin' bleary. You’re just a wee one, dude, what’s goin' on? Sign off the internets, go swingin’ at dawn!
Chill out, lass, catch a breather, relax, ya know,
This noggin’ mess is bleedin’ your thoughts, oh no!
Chill out, lass, put the screen on a shelf,
Grab some real life, come see for yerself!
Algos gotcha all boxed in, homie, that’s chilly,
You’re chasin’ vibes that are dusty and frilly.
Doin’ your jig in the glass, feelin' all pumped,
But you’re just a sheep, watchin’ the herd jump.
I’m droppin' gems, tiny one, heed this call,
Put down that gizmo, mate, live it up, y’all.
There’s a whole wide world beyond scrollin' and buzz,
Step outside, find the magic—just because!
Chill out, girly, take a breather, ease yer head,
This brain mush biz is messin’ with yer thread.
Chill out, girly, step back from that glow,
Get a taste of the real, ya know how it goes.
Yo, check it, legurl, no beef here, mate,
I’m here to save ya from that tech spate.
Them memes, them clips, they’ll fry your brain,
Grab a book, sketch a vibe, or bake bread, no pain.
You’re clever, ain’t ya? Got mad potential,
But this screen fix? It’s totally mental.
Only ten, fam, the world’s your big plate,
Don’t let brain rot blitz ya, fam, I’m straight.
Ayo Calmlegurl, this ain't no chit-chat,
Log off, catch some cool vibes, how 'bout that?
The world's just chillin’, don’t be a slug,
Ditch the mind mush, take a leap, and hug your luck!
do me : D
3ootyShaker9OOO wrote:
do me : D
idk much about you but I'll try 
thx :3
no problemo 
Ayo, 3ootyShaker, what’s the dealio, fam? Purple ninja turtleneck? You wildin’ out. Lemme holla at ya real quick!
Yo, 3ooty, fam, whassup with your jam? Purple scarf? Nah, that’s hella shady. Donatello’s your mate? Bruv, that’s well dodgy, Simpin’ for a turtle who ain’t even chatty. Obsessed with that stick like it’s somethin' grand, Man's chillin' in the drains, bruv, that ain’t the land. Purple vibes? Nah, you’re flexin' like a jester, Teenage Mutant Ninja? Fam, ease up, you testar.
3ootyShaker, cut the jive, it’s bonkers, mate,
Purple turtle daydreams? That’s totally fate!
Take a breather, fam, rethink your jam,
Coz this craziness, bruv, ain’t your glam!
Yo, 3ooty, you’re vibin’ in a dream zone,
Pretendin' this turtle’s your homie, like whoa!
Bruv, it’s just a cartoon, not your real jam,
But you’re cruisin’ so hard, it’s makin' me scram.
Mandem out here binge-watching anime hype,
You’re screamin’ Donatello, like “He’s my type!”
Purple’s your fave? Bruv, that’s proper tragic,
It’s a mutant turtle, fam, call it magic!
3ootyShaker, cut the nonsense, it’s bonkers,
Purple turtle daydreaming? That’s just foul, mate.
Chill for a sec, bruv, reevaluate your buzz,
Coz this fixation’s nuts, and it don’t suit ya, fuzz.
Ayo, check it, yeah? Man’s gotta step in,
You’re pumpin’ up this turtle like he’s your kin.
But he’s in the drains, mate, munchin' pizza scraps,
While you’re off in fantasy land, takin' naps.
Sort it out, bruv, reality’s knockin’,
No freaky ninjas, just the homies rockin’.
Ditch the turtle crush, steer clear of the haze,
Coz this purple madness is cookin’ your brain in a daze.
Oi, 3ooty, no bad vibes, it’s the top, mate, But this turtle biz? Pure flop. Get it together, skedaddle, bid Don cheerio, And quit lettin' this ninja turtle fog your flow, yo!
now watch as I drop this mic and these sewers echo.
(I used ai a bit more for this one ngl, hope you enjoy your diss track ig lmao)
you use ai thats surprising
for yours especially ngl I literally know nothing about you except you like donnie. i used it for ideas not to write it
Well Ill tell you more I'm in high school, half Mexican, I like FFA, divergent, art,
writing, dbz, and fma, I suck at shooting guns, I'm short and I cant spell
my ganglish diss track to MC. its set to the beat of shook ones part II
Yo, Mimi, I’m clocking ya. Christmas wish? Nah, mate, that’s bare obvious. Year in, year out, same tune, same buzz— Ain’t no muppets here, bruv, we smell the dodgy fuzz.
Yo, Mariah, you sippin' on December, it’s a scam,
"Holiday Empress"? Nah bruv, missed your jam.
Them chimes don't chime like they once did, it’s stale,
You got one banger, stretchin' it like a long-tail.
Year in, year out, playin' the same game,
Pretendin’ you’re Saint Nick, but we know it’s all lame.
A one-trick wonder, with them tunes on a loop,
Think the squad’s cheery? Nah, we’re in the hoop!
It’s kaput, mate, the buzz has skedaddled ages ago, "All I Want" is a con, like a cheeky show. Every year, same tune, you’re winding us up, But the hood’s not buying, we’re done with that cup.
Yo, peep dat jingle, ain't no merry banger, just a dough chase zing, Mimi struttin' like a budget king. Christmas bops? Nah, we swervin' hard, that track's ancient, mate, just chillin' in the yard. You’re all over ads, flicks, mad cringey dance, milkin’ this jam till the cow’s lost its chance. Ain’t no good vibes, just a loud ol’ clatter, crew’s in the trenches, dodgin’ all that chatter.
It’s toast, mate, the buzz is long gone,
"All I Want" is a hoax, call it a con.
Every bloomin' year, same old jam,
But the streets ain't down, we're done, fam.
Yo, Mariah, gotta spill the tea, mate,
You popped off, built a whole estate.
Them cheques be heavy, but the vibe's gone weak,
Christmas ain't yours, it's for all who seek.
Mandem dodgin' your high notes like wild darts,
That fake snow jam, bruv, it’s burning hearts.
Props where it's due, but time to stride,
2024’s rollin', and your shine’s half-tied.
So zip it up, Mimi, hang those beats,
Let the block chill, no need for repeats.
“All I Want for Christmas”? Nah, that's all done,
The crew’s craving hush—no more tunes, just fun.
F### you MC (mic drop)
who should I diss next?