[Verse 1:YourFavouriteShady]
Yo, it's the realest shady rapper, comin' at ya
Luke Miller, you know I ain't playin' no games
You think you can diss me, but you're nothing lame
You got diabetes, that's a damn shame
But that's not even the worst part, you're challenged
Your bars are weak, you can't even spit a decent verse
You're just a washed up rapper, you're not worth the curse
I'm tearing you apart, you can't even make a decent first verse
[Verse 2:YourFavouriteShady]
You think you can compete with me, but you're just a joke
You're not even in the same league, you can't even spit a decent flow
Your rhymes are stale, you can't even keep up with the pros
You're just a wannabe, you don't even belong in this game
You're just a one hit wonder, you can't even maintain your fame
You're just a weak rhyming rapper, you'll never make it to the top
I'm tearing you apart, you can't even keep up with the beat, your writing is a flop
[Verse 3:YourFavouriteShady]
His bars are weak, they ain't got no punch
Looks anorexic, lookin' like he hasn't eaten in a month
Luke Miller, you ain't got what it takes
To go up against me, you're just a fake
My skill with the pen and pad is higher than your blood sugar levels
But the only level you'll go to is the ground floor
Yo, it's the realest shady rapper, comin' at ya
Luke Miller, you know I ain't playin' no games
You think you can diss me, but you're nothing lame
You got diabetes, that's a damn shame
But that's not even the worst part, you're challenged
Your bars are weak, you can't even spit a decent verse
You're just a washed up rapper, you're not worth the curse
I'm tearing you apart, you can't even make a decent first verse
[Verse 2:YourFavouriteShady]
You think you can compete with me, but you're just a joke
You're not even in the same league, you can't even spit a decent flow
Your rhymes are stale, you can't even keep up with the pros
You're just a wannabe, you don't even belong in this game
You're just a one hit wonder, you can't even maintain your fame
You're just a weak rhyming rapper, you'll never make it to the top
I'm tearing you apart, you can't even keep up with the beat, your writing is a flop
[Verse 3:YourFavouriteShady]
His bars are weak, they ain't got no punch
Looks anorexic, lookin' like he hasn't eaten in a month
Luke Miller, you ain't got what it takes
To go up against me, you're just a fake
My skill with the pen and pad is higher than your blood sugar levels
But the only level you'll go to is the ground floor
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