Paleto Tuner Diss

Verse

Yo, Paleto Tuner, I’m takin’ you to school,

You’re just a mechanic, but I’m breakin’ every rule,

Got my rhymes revved up, like a turbo on the track,

While you’re stuck in the garage, playin’ catch-up, that’s a fact.

Gettin’ rusty in the game, call you an old clunker,

Your skills so weak, even your engine’s a flunker,

I’m the lyrical surgeon, slicing through your pride,

While you’re lost in the back, just tryna find a ride.

You think you’re the shop king? Nah, you’re just a fool,

Your tunes sound like they’re made with a broken tool,

I’m the rap mechanic, spitting bars like oil slick,

You’re a burnt-out battery, man, just a dead wick.

Goin’ off on this track, like I’m racing a ‘Vette,

You’re stuck in the slow lane, full of regret,

Got my foot on the pedal, never hittin’ the brakes,

You’re a flat tire, homie, just a mess that you make.

Chorus

Paleto Tuner, you’re just a joke in the game,

I’m the beast on the mic, you can’t handle the flame,

Your shop’s full of clowns, where the talent is thin,

While I’m stackin’ these wins, you can’t even begin.

Paleto Tuner, look at your engine, it’s weak,

I’m a lyrical lion, while you’re just a sheep,

You’re trapped in the garage, I’m out here on fire,

This diss is the spark, you’ll never go higher.