Rufson - Diss on Mr. M
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Another clown has appeared on the stage.
Hypocrisy and ignorance—that’s what’s in vogue these days.
A showman who sold his soul—nothing but a puppet.
Yeah, your only choice is always the almighty dollar.
Come down from the Olympus of your entourage!
Hey—in the rap game, you don't deserve an ounce of respect.
What’s the point of your songs? Who’s the fool here?
There’s no artistry in them—just garbage and trash.
What the hell are you mumbling into the mic, you bitch?
Maybe you’d be better off singing *chanson*?
Morgenshtern—just a trademark, a brand name.
You’ve already added yourself to the list of legends.
Generation Z, millions of subscribers...
But you can't buy your way into Heaven, not even for a million bucks.
You’re going to have to answer for every word you’ve spoken.
Go ahead—try recording a diss track against me.
Maybe you’ll actually manage to string a few rhymes together.
And maybe sell your albums for an even higher price.
In this "War of Worlds," the real battle is with yourself.
What will be left of your legacy when it’s all over?
I’m genuinely laughing right now—so long, farewell!
Alas, wallowing in the filth seems to be your natural habitat.
My cry from the soul is the voice of my heart—a true reflection.
I’ve got fire burning inside; that’s my "X-Factor"—and your defeat.