My Disstrack to Puchao

Gaychao.

Yo, step back, let me drop the truth,
Gaychao, lil' bitch, you ain't got no juice.
Playin' like a granny, real slow, no skill,
Can't even flex, you just give me a chill.

You troll in the past, stuck in WWI,
Since back in the day, you still don't comply.
Walls like a retard, can't build your own game,
Sad cat lookin' lost, you bringin' the shame.

Peruvian cheap, man, that's your whole style,
Countin' all your coins while I'm stackin' up piles.
Lookin' fake as hell, like a cat with no pride,
Anal birthing poo, bro, that's where you hide.

I'm the street king, you just a little clown,
Tryna battle me, you better back down.
Retardchao, get a life, quit the trollin',
In this rap game, man, you straight up foldin'.

I'm flexin' on you, watch me shine like a star,
While you stuck in the dark, man, it's really bizarre.
Think you got clout? Nah, that's just a dream,
I'm the savage king, you just caught in my stream.

So I'm settin' it clear, you ain't ready for heat,
Gaychao, lil' punk, you can't handle this beat.
Talkin' big game, but you just a weak link,
Step to me, and you'll see what I think.