Question
Make a diss rap for a girl named Angola
Answers
GPT-4o mini
(Verse 1)
Yo, Angola, think you’re fly, but let me break it down,
Steppin’ to the mic, watch me take the crown.
You think you’re the queen, but your hype is a joke,
I'm the real deal, girl, while you just provoke.
(Chorus)
Angola, you claim to shine like a star,
But when I’m on the track, girl, you ain’t got far.
Time to step back, let the truth unfold,
This diss is cold, watch your story be told.
(Verse 2)
You flaunt your style, but it’s all just façade,
Tryna keep up with me? Girl, you gotta try hard.
Got no originality, just a copy and paste,
In this rap game, you’re a total waste.
(Chorus)
Angola, you claim to shine like a star,
But when I’m on the track, girl, you ain’t got far.
Time to step back, let the truth unfold,
This diss is cold, watch your story be told.
(Bridge)
Hit ’em with the facts, got no time for your chatter,
You think you’re a threat, but it’s nothing that matters.
I’m spittin’ flames while you’re stuck in the past,
This is rap, baby, and I’m built to outlast.
(Outro)
So take a seat, Angola, it’s my time to ball,
You might be throwin’ shade, but I’ll just stand tall.
This diss ain’t personal, just a lyrical fight,
Remember my name while you fade outta sight.
Yo, Angola, think you’re fly, but let me break it down,
Steppin’ to the mic, watch me take the crown.
You think you’re the queen, but your hype is a joke,
I'm the real deal, girl, while you just provoke.
(Chorus)
Angola, you claim to shine like a star,
But when I’m on the track, girl, you ain’t got far.
Time to step back, let the truth unfold,
This diss is cold, watch your story be told.
(Verse 2)
You flaunt your style, but it’s all just façade,
Tryna keep up with me? Girl, you gotta try hard.
Got no originality, just a copy and paste,
In this rap game, you’re a total waste.
(Chorus)
Angola, you claim to shine like a star,
But when I’m on the track, girl, you ain’t got far.
Time to step back, let the truth unfold,
This diss is cold, watch your story be told.
(Bridge)
Hit ’em with the facts, got no time for your chatter,
You think you’re a threat, but it’s nothing that matters.
I’m spittin’ flames while you’re stuck in the past,
This is rap, baby, and I’m built to outlast.
(Outro)
So take a seat, Angola, it’s my time to ball,
You might be throwin’ shade, but I’ll just stand tall.
This diss ain’t personal, just a lyrical fight,
Remember my name while you fade outta sight.