Fołtyn diss track

Yo, Foltyn, you got that brainrot, it’s deep,

Can’t see straight, stuck in a loop, you lose sleep.

Typing nonsense, like you got no sense,

But you’re stuck in your head, losing all defense.

Call it brainrot, can’t escape your cage,

You’re like a hamster, spinning on the same page.

Screaming in the void, but you’re talking in circles,

I’m out here living, while your world’s in hurdles.

Touch grass, bro, leave that keyboard behind,

Start living real life, free your trapped mind.

Too many hours staring at that screen,

But you’re still lost in the noise, caught in between.

Foltyn, you ain’t a king, just a jester,

All you do is tweet, getting roasted by the rest of us.

Step outside, breathe in the air,

Quit that whine and come out of despair.

Stop tripping on your brainrot, it’s a game of defeat,

You act tough, but you’re just weak on repeat.

So touch the grass, it’s time to take a step,

Get off your chair and stop wasting your breath.

Yeah, I’m laughing, it’s just too easy,

Watching you crumble, getting all greasy.

Brainrot, bro, you’re stuck in the trap,

So touch grass, Foltyn, you need a map.