Yo, you’re talkin’ big, but your skills don’t align, I’m out here stacking bars, you’re stuck in decline. You’re the knock-off version, I’m the real brand, Can’t step to my level, you don’t understand.
I’m the storm in the booth, you’re a drizzle, no doubt, While I spit fire flows, you just mumble and pout. I’ve got the crowd hyped, got ‘em all in my hand, You’re yesterday’s news, just a flash in the pan.
Mhm, yeah, bow down to the best, I’m takin’ the crown, you can handle the rest. Mhm, yeah, got the game in control, I’m the MVP, while you’re chasin’ a goal.
—
What do you think, Hollis? Need me to go even harder, or is this roasting just right?🔥
Alright, here’s an original diss track for you, inspired by the vibe of "Mhm" but entirely fresh:
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Yo, step back, you ain't ready for this, Your rhymes so weak, they barely exist. I’m the heavyweight champ, you’re a feather in the ring, Tryna spit bars? You can’t even sing.
You’re a glitch in the system, I’m the mainframe, Droppin’ heat so hard, you’ll forget your own name. I’m the algorithm king, you’re a typo in the code, While I’m cruising in the fast lane, you’re stuck on the road.
Mhm, yeah, I’m the one they all fear, Your flow’s so dry, it’s like last year’s beer. Mhm, yeah, I’m the voice in your head, By the time I’m done, your career’s stone dead.
—
What do you think? Should I turn up the heat even more?🔥
I made a diss-track using this about my counseling aide school job using 2 counselors names. feel free to sing it: Counseling Aide: I’m a counseling Aide, to stay in school Got me running up stairs, thats not even cool Work me to my core, giving passes all day Loosing motivation, cuz i got no pay My grades are high, motivation is not Haven’t given my grad party… a thought Got me giving 6 passes, in 1 trip Haven’t got time to give water a sip Dying of thirst, cuz this child labor Nearing death be looking to christ.. My savior 5 passes from Barrett, 6 passes from Bickel Not even the school, thinks this is brutal Lost 6 pounds from doing this job And when i leave, you all gonna sob.
Yo, listen up, I’m ‘bout to drop a line, Got a math teacher trippin’, thinkin’ he’s divine. Ain’t nothin’ but a number, bro, you can’t subtract, When I’m flexin’ on you, watch your whole game crack.
Rude as hell, with that dry-ass teaching style, But your whole equation’s off, you ain’t seen a smile. Talkin’ ‘bout pi, but you ain’t got no flavor, Your problems add up to one big hater.
You think you run the class, but I’m runnin’ the block, Got the crew behind me, we’re ready to rock. Calculatin’ moves, while you’re stuck with your desk, School’s a game, homie, and you just lost the quest.
So keep your x’s and y’s, they don’t mean a thing, I’m playin’ chess while you’re trippin’ on the swing. Takin’ notes, I’m countin’ all your missteps, Got my mind on my grind while you drown in regret.
Your lessons are trash, like a broken-ass clock, ‘Cause I’m tickin’ and tockin’, your time’s outta stock. School of hard knocks, but you ain’t got the keys, Rude math teacher? Man, you’re just a disease.
Your math’s all muddled, like your thoughts in a haze, Think you’re the boss? Nah, I’m switchin’ the phase. Can’t add up to me, you’re just takin’ up space, Droppin’ bars like weights, watch me put you in place.
So get your calculator, but it won’t compute, I’m the real equation, while you’re stuck in dispute. Rude-ass teacher, you ain’t ready for the throne, This diss track’s a lesson, now you’re in the zone.
Count your losses, ’cause I’m here to deconstruct, Your whole wannabe vibe, man, you’re so outta luck. Stay in your lane, while I’m takin’ the crown, Math ain’t the only thing, I’m takin’ you down.
This is straight-up a lesson in humility, You’re just a footnote in my rap’s versatility. So bow down, please, to the lyrical king, What’s your answer now? Can you solve this sting?
Since Meet the Grahams isn’t an official Kendrick Lamar track, I can still craft a diss track for Ashley in the style of a Kendrick storytelling track—dark, raw, and personal, with a rhythm similar to his signature introspective flow. Let’s get into it.
[Verse 1] Ashley, Ashley, sit down, let’s talk, Not that you listen, just runnin’ your mouth non-stop. You got opinions, but none of ‘em facts, Louder than your talent, ‘cause that’s what you lack.
You walk in the room, the energy drops, Like a canceled flight, you ain’t takin’ no shots. You call yourself real? That’s comedy gold, Whole personality built from lies you been told.
[Pre-Chorus] You flex on the ‘Gram, but your rent overdue, New nails, new fit, but your soul need glue. Tryna keep up, but you fallin’ behind, IQ so low it should be a hate crime.
[Chorus] Oh, Ashley, tell me how it feel, To be the reason every vibe get killed? Oh, Ashley, take this L in stride, Whole damn life just a downward slide.
[Verse 2] You love to gossip, but never reflect, Doin’ the most with the least intellect. If common sense was currency, you in debt, Tryna throw shade, but you ain’t castin’ respect.
Every excuse is a rerun show, Blame everybody but yourself, we know. Your circle gettin’ smaller, now it’s just you, ‘Cause loyalty ain’t somethin’ that you ever knew.
[Bridge] Your presence is a tax, no return on invest, Lyin’ so much, you believe it yourself. Go ‘head, screenshot, send it to the group, Bet they gon’ laugh—guess the joke’s still you.
[Outro] Ashley, Ashley, this ain’t for the clout, It’s just a mirror—take a look, then bounce. No redemption arc, no comeback tale, Just an exit door—take it, don’t fail.
⸻
This one got personal. That energy is straight DAMN.-era Kendrick—sharp, reflective, and brutal. Let me know if you want me to tweak it, or if we’re sending Ashley straight into witness protection.
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This is the universal beat everyone learned how to rap from 😂
Here’s another fresh diss track, coming in hot:
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Yo, you’re talkin’ big, but your skills don’t align,
I’m out here stacking bars, you’re stuck in decline.
You’re the knock-off version, I’m the real brand,
Can’t step to my level, you don’t understand.
I’m the storm in the booth, you’re a drizzle, no doubt,
While I spit fire flows, you just mumble and pout.
I’ve got the crowd hyped, got ‘em all in my hand,
You’re yesterday’s news, just a flash in the pan.
Mhm, yeah, bow down to the best,
I’m takin’ the crown, you can handle the rest.
Mhm, yeah, got the game in control,
I’m the MVP, while you’re chasin’ a goal.
—
What do you think, Hollis? Need me to go even harder, or is this roasting just right?🔥
Alright, here’s an original diss track for you, inspired by the vibe of "Mhm" but entirely fresh:
—
Yo, step back, you ain't ready for this,
Your rhymes so weak, they barely exist.
I’m the heavyweight champ, you’re a feather in the ring,
Tryna spit bars? You can’t even sing.
You’re a glitch in the system, I’m the mainframe,
Droppin’ heat so hard, you’ll forget your own name.
I’m the algorithm king, you’re a typo in the code,
While I’m cruising in the fast lane, you’re stuck on the road.
Mhm, yeah, I’m the one they all fear,
Your flow’s so dry, it’s like last year’s beer.
Mhm, yeah, I’m the voice in your head,
By the time I’m done, your career’s stone dead.
—
What do you think? Should I turn up the heat even more?🔥
I dare yall to start with “Tony The Tiger 🐅 “
just wanted to say the beat is very hard but a female that goes by the name of surow has messed up this beat by flowing so bad on it im so sorry.
0:42
0:99
Mmm
When you spin I up it sounds fire
Valentina heeft stijf haar zoals oude hond
Yo
WHO HERE 2025
😂😂
2x speed tuff
tell me how i just made a rap to this like bro how did i just do that in one point two sec………..
It reminds me of the Mickey munch rap battle video
🗣️ You and your wife don't got no life. And you're both broke🔥🔥
I made a diss-track using this about my counseling aide school job using 2 counselors names. feel free to sing it:
Counseling Aide:
I’m a counseling Aide, to stay in school
Got me running up stairs, thats not even cool
Work me to my core, giving passes all day
Loosing motivation, cuz i got no pay
My grades are high, motivation is not
Haven’t given my grad party… a thought
Got me giving 6 passes, in 1 trip
Haven’t got time to give water a sip
Dying of thirst, cuz this child labor
Nearing death be looking to christ.. My savior
5 passes from Barrett, 6 passes from Bickel
Not even the school, thinks this is brutal
Lost 6 pounds from doing this job
And when i leave, you all gonna sob.
Bruh I got in trouble because of this sound
Dance if you gay bruce
para sayo to ivan
ivan marino ng bulacan
utot mo amoy ng sanlibutan
mas malala pa sa amoy ng durian
ew
mangigili sayo di maiwasan
ang sarap mong hampasin ng upuan
gusto kitang palaklakin ng pabango
dahil sa utot mong walanh kasing baho
katumbas non ay sampo
lahat mahihimatay pag naamoy ito
ang sakit sa ilong jusko po
ayoko na itigil na natin. ito
umeepkto na sakin ang bomba mo
sa susunod tutupiin kita sa walo
Straight Up Equation
Yo, listen up, I’m ‘bout to drop a line,
Got a math teacher trippin’, thinkin’ he’s divine.
Ain’t nothin’ but a number, bro, you can’t subtract,
When I’m flexin’ on you, watch your whole game crack.
Rude as hell, with that dry-ass teaching style,
But your whole equation’s off, you ain’t seen a smile.
Talkin’ ‘bout pi, but you ain’t got no flavor,
Your problems add up to one big hater.
You think you run the class, but I’m runnin’ the block,
Got the crew behind me, we’re ready to rock.
Calculatin’ moves, while you’re stuck with your desk,
School’s a game, homie, and you just lost the quest.
So keep your x’s and y’s, they don’t mean a thing,
I’m playin’ chess while you’re trippin’ on the swing.
Takin’ notes, I’m countin’ all your missteps,
Got my mind on my grind while you drown in regret.
Your lessons are trash, like a broken-ass clock,
‘Cause I’m tickin’ and tockin’, your time’s outta stock.
School of hard knocks, but you ain’t got the keys,
Rude math teacher? Man, you’re just a disease.
Your math’s all muddled, like your thoughts in a haze,
Think you’re the boss? Nah, I’m switchin’ the phase.
Can’t add up to me, you’re just takin’ up space,
Droppin’ bars like weights, watch me put you in place.
So get your calculator, but it won’t compute,
I’m the real equation, while you’re stuck in dispute.
Rude-ass teacher, you ain’t ready for the throne,
This diss track’s a lesson, now you’re in the zone.
Count your losses, ’cause I’m here to deconstruct,
Your whole wannabe vibe, man, you’re so outta luck.
Stay in your lane, while I’m takin’ the crown,
Math ain’t the only thing, I’m takin’ you down.
This is straight-up a lesson in humility,
You’re just a footnote in my rap’s versatility.
So bow down, please, to the lyrical king,
What’s your answer now? Can you solve this sting?
Krass
Buum
Sieben
Abbas
Lost
The little kid 😂
00:28
here in the big 25
Since Meet the Grahams isn’t an official Kendrick Lamar track, I can still craft a diss track for Ashley in the style of a Kendrick storytelling track—dark, raw, and personal, with a rhythm similar to his signature introspective flow. Let’s get into it.
⸻
(Beat starts: Haunting piano, slow eerie drums, deep bass kicks in—dark, unsettling vibe)
[Verse 1]
Ashley, Ashley, sit down, let’s talk,
Not that you listen, just runnin’ your mouth non-stop.
You got opinions, but none of ‘em facts,
Louder than your talent, ‘cause that’s what you lack.
You walk in the room, the energy drops,
Like a canceled flight, you ain’t takin’ no shots.
You call yourself real? That’s comedy gold,
Whole personality built from lies you been told.
[Pre-Chorus]
You flex on the ‘Gram, but your rent overdue,
New nails, new fit, but your soul need glue.
Tryna keep up, but you fallin’ behind,
IQ so low it should be a hate crime.
[Chorus]
Oh, Ashley, tell me how it feel,
To be the reason every vibe get killed?
Oh, Ashley, take this L in stride,
Whole damn life just a downward slide.
[Verse 2]
You love to gossip, but never reflect,
Doin’ the most with the least intellect.
If common sense was currency, you in debt,
Tryna throw shade, but you ain’t castin’ respect.
Every excuse is a rerun show,
Blame everybody but yourself, we know.
Your circle gettin’ smaller, now it’s just you,
‘Cause loyalty ain’t somethin’ that you ever knew.
[Bridge]
Your presence is a tax, no return on invest,
Lyin’ so much, you believe it yourself.
Go ‘head, screenshot, send it to the group,
Bet they gon’ laugh—guess the joke’s still you.
[Outro]
Ashley, Ashley, this ain’t for the clout,
It’s just a mirror—take a look, then bounce.
No redemption arc, no comeback tale,
Just an exit door—take it, don’t fail.
⸻
This one got personal. That energy is straight DAMN.-era Kendrick—sharp, reflective, and brutal. Let me know if you want me to tweak it, or if we’re sending Ashley straight into witness protection.
Yeah, this girl she came out she, my cousin she can wrap
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