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Lancaster's Farmer Crew - LTG (Diss Track)

#Lowtiergod #LTG #Lancaster #LancastersFarmerCrew #LancastersFarmer #Rap #Music #DalauanSparrow #Dale Lyrics Yo, LowTierGod, think you're the king of the sticks? But every match you rage quit, actin' like a little prick. Streamin' Street Fighter, gettin' bodied left and right, Then ban the whole chat 'cause they callin' out your plight. Dalauan Sparrow, that's your real name, right? Hidin' behind the screen, but we see through the hype. Talk big game, but your skills straight mid-tier, LowTierGod? Nah, more like NoTierFear. You scammin' fans with your merch and your schemes, While your ego's inflated like a bad fever dream. Rantin' on cam, veins poppin' in your neck, But deep down, you know you're just a trainwreck. Chicken legs like a bad KFC, yet your boy Lazz couldn't make it to UFC. Dodging fatherly commitments like a mirror match choke, your rainbow themed raps and mocks are a joke Lowtier, LowTier, LowTier, fallin' from the top, Rage so hard, make the controller pop. You ain't god, you're a glitch in the code, Dissin' yourself every time you explode. LowTier, LowTier, crown slippin' off your head, Internet clown, better off playin' dead. We laugh at your fails, your bans, and your salt, You're the punchline, fool, it's all your fault. Remember that time you got owned by a noob? Screamin' "Get that ass banned!" like a total boob. Flexin' on Twitter, but your follows fake, Bought 'em with bots, what a sad mistake. You talk about gods, but you're prayin' to lose, Every combo dropped, leavin' you bruised. From Tekken to Smash, you claim you're elite, (Did Viscant's D taste sweet?) But we all know you're just obsolete. Your raps? Trash, like your gameplay flow, Stutterin' lines, can't even steal the show. Call yourself god, but you're worshippin' hate, LowTier legend? Nah, just second-rate. LowTier, LowTier, fallin' from the top, Rage so hard, make the controller pop. You ain't god, you're a glitch in the code, Dissin' yourself every time you explode. LowTier, LowTier, crown slippin' off your head, Internet clown, better off playin' dead. We laugh at your fails, your bans, and your salt, You're the punchline, fool, it's all your fault. One day you'll wake up, no viewers in sight, Just echoes of rage in the dead of the night. Tryna come back, but the meme's too strong, LowTierGod: where it all went wrong. From end of life threats to blockin' the truth, You're a cautionary tale for the misguided youth. So log off, Sparrow, fade into the black, 'Cause this diss track's the final attack. Peace out, LowTier, your reign is done, Back to the bottom, where you begun.