Packgod Diss

Intro

Packgod, Packgod—yeah, yeah (Packgod)

Chorus

Packgod, Packgod, you ain’t got the swing (swing)

Your tracks so weak, they don’t connect a thing (thing)

Packgod, Packgod, you fake the throne (throne)

Bella’s dad got more heat than you ever shown (shown)

Verse

You roast a wolf, hide behind a screen

Call it “content,” really just a fiend

Daddy issues? Nah, you got the itch

Force subs in the chat like a desperate twitch

You bark loud but the bite’s all fake

Every diss line sound like a weak mistake

Bella’s pops got more balls than you

You still cryin’ in the booth, boo-hoo

Chorus

Packgod, Packgod, you ain’t got the swing (swing)

Your tracks so weak, they don’t connect a thing (thing)

Packgod, Packgod, you fake the throne (throne)

Bella’s dad got more heat than you ever shown (shown)

Verse

You ain’t king, you a jester in a crown

Every beat you touch just brings the sound down

Forced the fam to follow, that’s a red flag

Now the whole pack lookin’ at you like a drag

Talk big, but the numbers don’t lie

Your subs dip every time you cry

Packgod, more like Snackgod—small bite

I’m the real heat, you just dim the light

Outro

Packgod, Packgod—(nah-nah)