(Verse 1)
Yo, check it, it's time to drop some truth bombs,
On this Grim Reaper with her weak rhymes, so calm.
Mori Calliope, your flow's straight whack,
Every time you rap, it's like an attack of wack.
You claim to be the death herself, so grim and dark,
But your bars are softer than a walk in the park.
You try to spit fire, but it's just a spark,
Your rap career's sinking faster than Noah's ark.
(Chorus)
Mori Calliope, the Reaper of lame beats,
Your flow's so basic, it's stuck on repeat.
You talk about death, but you can't kill a vibe,
Step aside, it's time for a real emcee to thrive.
(Verse 2)
You're supposed to be the queen of the underworld scene,
But your bars are so weak, they couldn't even make a teen scream.
You're just a gimmick, a wannabe sensation,
But your rhymes lack depth, they're just a fabrication.
Your fans might cheer, but they're living in delusion,
Thinking you're the savior of rap, that's the real confusion.
But I'm here to set the record straight, drop the illusion,
Mori Calliope, your reign's just an intrusion.
(Chorus)
Mori Calliope, the Reaper of lame beats,
Your flow's so basic, it's stuck on repeat.
You talk about death, but you can't kill a vibe,
Step aside, it's time for a real emcee to thrive.
(Bridge)
You try to spit venom, but it's just saliva,
Your rhymes are so dull, they couldn't cut through a fiber.
You're a shadow of the greats, just a pale imitator,
Time to face the truth, you're nothing but a faker.
(Outro)
So here's the diss track, straight from the heart,
Mori Calliope, it's time to depart.
Your rap career's dead, buried six feet deep,
Rest in peace, while we take the throne, and reap.
