Marchello Diss

Yo, let’s talk about Marchello,
This clown thinks he runs the town,
But the truth? He’s weak, a joke—
Time to expose, break him down.
Marchello, you’re fucking soft,
A delicate flower, wiltin’ under pressure.
No backbone, no spine, just fucking mush,
Your rhymes? Straight-up shit rubbish, pure displeasure.
Weak, stupid, and fucking ugly!
That’s your brand, a walking disaster,
Disgrace to the land, tryna act tough,
But you’re just a fucking facade, master of disaster.
Rhymes so bad, they make my ears bleed,
Game so weak, it’s guaranteed defeat.
Every word you spit? I just wanna shout—
Step aside, clown, I’ll run this beat.
Weak, stupid, and fucking ugly!
Walking disaster, disgrace to the land,
Marchello, you’re just a fucking facade—
Can’t handle this, never had a plan.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the ugliest of them all?
Marchello steps up, takes a bow,
Even the mirror’s like, “Woah, how?”
Next time you see him on the street,
Just point and laugh, watch him retreat.
He’s a walking defeat, trifecta complete,
Weak, stupid, and fucking ugly—obsolete!

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