GENIE-US! (QUANTUMCAVEMAN DISS)
I’m the best there ever has been. You were never in my bracket
just some member interacting with a legend who’s established.
Since you’re desperate to be granted my attention you can have it
I won’t even mention your embarrassment.
You’re still Objective-ly a fagg0t.
For the record you can ask him if we’ve crossed paths before
I was the top ranked performer, while you lost that for sure,
then got mad and forfeit. Needed a hot bath or fjord
to cool off afterwards before you hopped back on board.
I’ve got contacts in Norway, real vikings who roll with swords
Noble Norsemen who’ve never seen a win record Oslo as yours.
So there’s norway to escape this trojan horses mode of force
I put holes in walls to open borders before you can close the door.
If you’re known as Thor because a hammers close to your side
I guess I’m Odin, ‘cause I’ll go to war while closing one eye.
This lost villages kronidiot spends most of his time
posting online with Aladdin related dad jokes he’s combined.
Genie-us. If I had three wishes to take this moment —
I’d make it so that you got cancer, died, and came back as Lady Poet.
My main opponents tend to be the top five names on most lists
Your Maine opponent was Candy, when that weirdo trans Australian posted.
You’re playing captain save a hoe with Oats, really it’s sad
If he needed a hand you’d have to ensure yours were freed from his ass.
I thought Sweden was bad, but your countries more shit
bunch of gormless fucking morons writing drittstøvel up in forums.
You’re unimportant, while I sent Universe into fucking orbit
This ugly awkward scandinavian don’t get Norwegian pussy nordic.
You wrote a hundred more than me, sat alone up at twelve
on your own just to help say what I can in one line: GO FUCK YOURSELF.
I’m a whole other level, I don’t know nothing else
Mine’s controlled muscle memory, yours don’t hold up as well.
Step your weight up. Get them gains bruh, tryna goad me in texting
but I exposed your objective soon as I exposed you’re Objective.
RB’s been my home since I registered. I’m its owner and tenant
You’re the doormat they saw stamped below as I entered.
You’re not part of the furniture here, just IKEA mode of assembly
because you barely hold it together and are broken in seconds.
I’ve got loose screws too dude, still snore in all your matches
for a Norway faggot you sure do put the bore in borealis.
You talk the talk but haven’t yet Nordic walked the walk unchallenged
I’m all for sporting practice, but a decade in & you’re always short of match fit?
Your performances are tragic, this vikings in unconquerable water
Lars and Diablo martyred this asshole when he lost to the former
or was it the latter? Not that it matters in chronological order
The warriors corpse got sent to Valhalla. Only thing you hotboxed was a sauna.
I’ve bodied you more than twice now, since you like retracing history
Why not mention that famous victory I made you give to me?!
Our timeline is written by the victors, not those who wait implicitly
and surely even a caveman of base simplicity can paint with imagery.
Same game, but different league.
You play this shit for free.
My coach paid the biggest fee ever just to say I’m in the team.
Now look at you.
The substitute.
Not famous in the least.
Trainers looking beat up, been tough lacing up my sneaks.
The jealousy.
You envy me.
Game within my reach.
MVP.
Every week.
You hate that you’re not me.
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Originally Posted by Baron Mynd
