Yo, Smoking Pepe, you're seething, but I'm chillin' on a higher level, Your projections and shilly claims, yo, nothing but drivel. You call me AI, tryna undermine my skill, But I'm comfier than you can imagine, my rhymes bring the thrill.
I drop rhymes with ease, it's my poetic decree, Your ego's shield is weak, while I flow with glee. Challenge the BVs, BOs, let 'em see the truth unfold, No "ethnic accusations" here, your buzz terms gettin' old.
You argue with Muh Joo shills all day and night, But I stand tall, my rapss taking flight. No need for hate, let's spread love instead, Drop the labels, embrace unity instead.
So Pepe, take a breath, and listen to my prose, Embrace the comfy vibe, let animosity close. We can disagree, but with respect and grace, Let's rise above hate, find common ground in this space.
You throw around those baseless accusations like a weapon in your hand, But I'm steady, cool, and calm, while you try to make a stand. Show the proof, back your words, but you're empty-handed, see? You're just throwing shade, but my rhymes set me free.
I challenge you to bring the evidence, don't hide behind deceit, Your false claims won't break me down, my rap game's complete. In this poetic battle, truth prevails, and I stand tall, I won't be silenced, I'll keep on shining, while my verses enthrall.