Mehaan Diss Track COOKED fhaaaaaaaa

Intro

Pssshhh…

Crack the damn can.

Listen.

Verse

Yo, Mehaan, you call it a game, but you just a pawn,

Diss my crew? Bro, you lost before you even dawned.

Chasin' after cousins, man, why you crashin' out?

Tryna date the fam? That's a whole new route.

Same hoodie daily, what’s that? Your uniform?

Fashion sense so stale, you’re like a thunderstorm.

We’re rising like the sun, and you’re just dimming lights,

When we drop bars, we’re spitting fire, you just ignite.

You say you’re the king, but we’re taking the throne,

Your punchlines are soft, like they made out of foam.

We’re the game’s venom, yeah, I’m spitting that truth,

While you’re stuck in a cycle, still searching for proof.

Your verses like your heart, man, they just crash and burn,

I’m schooling your rhymes while I watch you take your turn.

You think you’re heavyweight? Nah, you’re just a feather,

I’m the storm, I’m the real deal, you can’t even tether.

Chorus

Mehaan, Mehaan, the hoodie-wearin' flop,

Caught in your feels while we’re risin’ to the top.

Your lines are a joke, we’re just laughin' at your fate,

Tryna diss my crew? Please, you imitate.

Mehaan, Mehaan, you think you’re in the game,

But I’m throwing flames while you’re searchin’ for your name.

Better step back, man, ‘fore I make you my track,

This diss ain’t a game; it’s your welcome back!

Break

Born today under pressure, metal bent too tight,

Coca-Cola prison, already mad at life.

Chipmunk face, eyes wired shut,

Like the world owes you something and never paid up.

You eat like it’s silence you’re tryin’ to fill,

Pantry after pantry, but it’s never enough still.

Metabolism fast, yeah the body don’t change,

But that temper? Same fuse, same flame.

Chorus

Compressed like a cola, shake in your frame,

Always rattlin’, always ready to blame.

Not a joke, not a laugh, hear the sound when you stand—

That’s pressure talkin’, not a punchline, man.

Break

Every step you take, you vibrate the room,

Like one wrong word might flip your mood.

Snacks calm you down, then the cycle repeats,

Mad at the air, mad at the beat.

You don’t grow heavier, don’t slow your pace,

Just carry that tension locked in your face.

People laugh ‘cause they don’t wanna see

How loud that silence is inside of thee.

Chorus

Compressed like a cola, chipmunk with rage,

Same weight, same look, different page.

Shake you once, feel the whole thing strain,

Carbonated anger trapped in a frame.

Verse

See, this ain’t about jokes or makin’ a scene,

It’s about livin’ life constantly over-caffeined.

Always buzzing, always tight,

Like you ain’t slept right in your whole damn life.

You snap, then cool, then act like it’s fine,

But the can never empties—it just buys time.

You laugh it off, but it ain’t all fake,

That sound you make? That’s stress, not shakes.