(Ah yeah… you know who it is)

LankyBox in the house? Nah, get ‘em out,

This one’s for the zero-budget clout, let’s go!

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You’re LankyBox, kings of the dollar-store stage,

Props made of cardboard, stuck in a cage.

Foxy’s screamin’, Boxy’s flat,

Thicc Shark flexin’, but your bars fall flat.

Mystery boxes? Yeah, we’ve seen the trick,

Plushies overpriced, man, the hustle’s slick.

YouTube loud, but your rhymes can’t stick,

This is real heat, y’all just playin’ kid flicks.

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Justin with the wig made of chip-bag shine,

Adam’s scared of milk, bro, is that a crime?

Zero-budget skits, yeah, the views might climb,

But your flow’s so weak, can’t stay in time.

Opening toys at 3 AM,

Like, who really cares, bro—again and again?

Puns so corny, got stuck in the pan,

Bars so short, need a mic stand, man!

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You’re LankyBox, masters of the budget play,

Same loud screams every single day.

Boxy’s empty, Ghosty’s gone,

But this diss track fire gonna burn till dawn.

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Yo, Foxy wants fries but she can’t get fed,

Thicc Shark swims circles in a kiddie-pool bed.

Ghosty so scared, she left the chat,

Boxy’s just cardboard—can’t rap with that.

Justin yells “Thicc!”—man, what’s the deal?

Adam’s just starin’ at his Happy Meal.

You hype your plush, but the vibe ain’t real,

I spit these bars, and the crowd gon’ squeal.

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ROCKY in the back yellin’, “Can you smell it?”

This diss so heavy, merch stands can’t sell it.

Props fall apart, yeah, the glue won’t hold,

I’m droppin’ platinum heat, y’all stuck on fool’s gold.

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Guess the Price? Nah, guess the flow,

It’s priceless heat when I steal the show.

Mystery wheel, spin it fast,

But the outcome’s trash, man, the hype won’t last.

Reaction faces, overdone,

Screamin’ louder than the sun.

But in this battle, only one,

And LankyBox ain’t the chosen one.

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You’re LankyBox, legends of the cardboard crew,

But against real bars, what you gonna do?

Foxys, Boxys, Thicc Sharks too,

All fall silent when I step through.

You’re LankyBox, noise with no bite,

Props on stage, but you lost this fight.

Keep your plushies, keep that fame,

But I dropped the diss, and I OWNED this game.

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Yeah… zero-budget props, zero-budget bars.

Better stick to plushies, leave rap to the stars.

Game over.