[Intro: Iceßurg, Lil News, Violent Remark & Mikey da 1st]
Ay, Iceßurg
It’s Lil News!
Violent Remark
Mikey Da 1st
All on the mic!
Time for Seventeen to go night night...

[Verse 1: Iceßurg]
Ay
Yea the name is seventeen, but the-bars never mean
“I just Woke Up,” I think it’s time for you to grow up
He living 21, but he ain’t even making funds
Poor kid I’m boutta end him early, looking down the scope of my gun
Sorry Nolan, Nø Chance, got a bad romance
You and your love for music going nowhere fam
Act like you were poor boy, always do your chores boy
Going door to door, asking for more, unemployed
Ain’t nobody wanna hear about your boring poor lore
You been gaining lots of monеy ever since thе stream soared
Imma travel down the Ali way
You float away like castaway
You looking like an accident, were you born on the motorway
Ha ha ha!
Oh the decibels are too low?
Cry me a River bro
I hit you in the liver yo
Litmas, now it’s dissmas, put the fire on, oh no
Talk smack, on our tracks, but you ain’t nuthin’ special
Put down that autotune, and go pick up a freakin’ pencil
Your bars so weak, they softer than Iggy’s stuffed animals
Eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner, like I’m Hannibal
Nobody wanna wait around for yo next album
Saying that your songs ain’t hot 'till end of ‘21
What’s up with that? I thought your songs are never wack?
Oh wait, I didn’t know FaZe Adapt thought that he had the skills to rap, (dayum)
No doubt, tripping out on that low clout
Always looking like you boutta pout
Shoot you down the front snout (Gun shot)
No wonder, that Nobody Listen, content dryer than a drought
Go make yo frowny face
Because I know you feel the pace
Taking off, without cause, about to go to outer space
Hair be looking like a toilet brush, lemme take out the waste
Oh this ain’t your taste?
What you want Canadian ay?
What’s the ruckus “aboot,” Oh shoot
This no life, streaming all night, you’re welcome for the spotlight
If you diss back, then your fans you gonna hurt
But if you don’t, you lost the battle, that’s for sure
Yea Imma thank you, for your hard work
But MMXV-double-I
Your future lies inside of the dirt
[Interlude: MMXVII]
Um, for an MMMXVII diss track... listen boys, listen, you can diss me. I want the smoke! Let's go! Diss the fuck out of me. Everybody in my community, make a community diss track against me, make fun of everything, and I'll come back at every single one of you that decides to get on that bullshit..
Yes, you have to get Iggy on that for sure

[Verse 2: Lil News]
You take all these skip the lines
You act kind but you on that money grind
15 dollars for a skip the line?
If people pay that they out of there mind
All of us are taking little bites
You make us look like big termites
You make SoundCloud look like a bad site
Lil News is training so best believe, he's going to turn the tides
We're gonna blow you up like dynamite
You got WiFi from McDonalds
You a clown, you lookin like Ronald (ay)
We don't mess around, We will sling this roast right on ya
Do yo have the blade? ‘Cause you abotta rage like Sonya
Listen up, the world doesn’t condone ya
You know we're gonna dethrone ya
You ain't gonna make it out here alone, bruh
You know this roast is ruff
And now you wanna act all tough
Well listen here bud
You channel is trash and its something to get rid of
Yeah, it’s Lil News
[Verse 3: Mikey da 1st]
I'm not a hater, but I call a dude out when he sucks
One song got views, every other's a bust
Little low-life loser, you ain't nothin' to us
You stupid, see you on the short ass bus
Two wrongs don't make a right, take your parents for example
Messing with the stampede, now you getting trampled
I'd slap you, but that be some woman abuse
Such a clown, real funny, I'm low key amused
Music is subpar, like a golfer on a nine hole
You don't got no skill, better shut your pie hole
You a broke boy, but you're boutta pay a high toll
Talkin' bout shit, you don't know, make my eyes roll
I am like that of a criminal
Stealin' your hope, yeah this shit is subliminal
Diggin' your gave, boy I gotchu in a hole
You're not a pro man, your sub count is minimal
Have no mercy, just body opponents
You cannot rap good, be lackin' components
Not even tryin', I'm laughin'
You choking from dick and your mouth and that weed you be smoking
Young dumb bum from Ontario
I don't back off, you are not scary bro
Call you a virgin, don't pop cherries bro
Yo dumbass admit it say "I'm very slow"
[Verse 4: Violent Remark]
How your fans are gonna say that I'm NAV's son?
Rinse and repeat the same ideas for the past month?
You cry about those demons in your head, pathetic
Can't talk originality, when your songs all sound generic
How come you be dropping tapes, but nobody presave
Heard you made a Patreon, but ain't nobody boutta pay
Heard you got a girlfriend, but you never get laid
And I heard you're wearing earrings, could it be you're secretly
Oh wait
Don't wanna hurt your feelings badly
Look at the stats, your career's ending badly
Poor taste of music, you're irrelevant, gladly
Last day of Litmas, call us the finale!

[Outro: MMXVII]
It might end up being private, if it's some like stupid shit, and you guys are just like... uh yeah, fucking, your hair dude... I might just.. make a private simple diss track and just.. obliterate everyone in the zone, aight, but if it's on some fucking sketch shit... like... I don- if you go in, I don't know bro... I just.... I might have to go after it bro