
Song
Fake Crown Slippin'
Luke Green · 4 plays
packgod diss style, juice wrld style, electronic music, electric guitar, melodic emo rap, clean lyrics, roasting diss track, trap beats, emotional delivery
Lyrics
Intro
(Yeah, yeah)
Electric hummin', guitar screamin' loud
You fakin' it all, gettin' called out now
(Uh, yeah)
Chorus
You talk big game, but it's all a show
Posin' for likes, but we all know
Fake crown slippin', can't hold the throne
I'm risin' up high, you're crashin' alone
You talk big game, but it's all a show (show, show)
Posin' for likes, but we all know (know, know)
Fake crown slippin', can't hold the throne
I'm risin' up high, you're crashin' alone
Verse
Step in the booth, guitar wailin' wild
Your flow so weak, like a forgotten child
Claimin' you're king, but your stats stay low
Followers droppin', where'd they all go?
Edit your clips, add the filters and glow
But under the lights, it's a no-show
Talkin' that heat, but your bars stay cold
Ice in your veins? Nah, just scared and old
I freestyle raw, you script every line
Mine hit the soul, yours just waste time
Electronic drop, feel the bassline thump
Your beats recycled, straight from the dump
Guitar solo rips, shreddin' your lies
You copy my style, but it never flies
Packin' your bags, time to log off
This diss on repeat, yeah, you're gettin' scoffed
Yuh, ayy, can't touch this vibe
Your whole career's just a bad disguise
Pre-chorus
Synth waves crashin', electric fire
You're glitchin' out, about to expire
(Yeah, yeah)
Chorus
You talk big game, but it's all a show
Posin' for likes, but we all know
Fake crown slippin', can't hold the throne
I'm risin' up high, you're crashin' alone
You talk big game, but it's all a show (show, show)
Posin' for likes, but we all know (know, know)
Fake crown slippin', can't hold the throne
I'm risin' up high, you're crashin' alone
Verse
Back with the heat, guitar riff insane
Your chat goes quiet, callin' your name
Pretend you're tough, but you fold real quick
One bad day, and you're throwin' a fit
I build from pain, turn it to gold
You chase the clout, but your story's old
Electronic pulse, got the crowd on lock
Your streams fadin', tickin' like a clock
Wordplay sharp, cuttin' through the fake
You stutter and pause, what a big mistake
Packgod style, roastin' you clean
No need for dirt, your mess is seen
Risin' melodic, Juice in my veins
Feelin' the rush, breakin' your chains
Ad-libs echo, (yeah, lonel-y king)
You're done, fade out, hear the guitar sing
Chorus
You talk big game, but it's all a show
Posin' for likes, but we all know
Fake crown slippin', can't hold the throne
I'm risin' up high, you're crashin' alone
You talk big game, but it's all a show (show, show)
Posin' for likes, but we all know (know, know)
Fake crown slippin', can't hold the throne (throne, throne)
I'm risin' up high, you're crashin' alone
Outro
(Yeah, yeah, crashin' alone)
Guitar fades... electric hum...
Gon









