Diabetic Mental Breakdown

[Verse 1] Yo Will, where you been? Crawl back out the sewer? You dipped on the crew, now you beg like a loser. “Don” don’t need your diabetic drama, dude — You left for DJ? Bro, that’s weak, that’s rude. You ghosted for a month like your breath was gone, Hard to type when you wheezin’ just sittin’ on the john. You talk big shit, but you shaped like a beanbag, Bald head shinin’ like a dirty-a*s dish rag. Talkin’ 'bout drugs? You a whole pharmacy. Insulin shots just to survive breakfast, G. Pop pills like candy, you built like spam, And your girl? She bigger than a minivan. You a soft-a*s clown, fat folds and a frown, No neck, no pride, just a gelatin mound. Wrinkled forehead, lookin’ like a sharpay pup, Even your shadow outta breath tryna keep up. [Chorus] 🎶 D**d weight, d**d brain, d**d broke too, Fake friend, fake man, not a soul miss you. You left the squad, now you crawl back beggin’? Nah, get lost, keep cryin’ and regrettin’. You ain't Don, you ain’t fam, you just lame, Now rot in your chair while you c***e on the shame. 🎶 [Verse 2] “Don’t overdose buddy” — that's all you got? Projectin’ your guilt 'cause your life’s a b***d clot. You accuse me of fent like a troll with no aim, But your heart's tap dancin’ just from sayin’ my name. Sean’s too kind, he should’ve cut you loose, You bit the hand that fed you — now h**g from your noose. You need cash? Sell that rusty-a*s bike, Or pawn your pride, oh wait — you ain’t got that, right? You shaped like a bean with a flatlined b**t, Your belt gave up, said “f**k this seat.” Wanna talk? Then step up, not type from afar, You duck real convo like your neck ducks a scarf. You ugly, you crusty, you built like regret, If looks could k**l, you'd be your own death threat. Get back in your hole, keep eatin’ yourself, You ain't part of the crew, you're a dusty old shelf. [Chorus] 🎶 D**d weight, d**d brain, d**d broke too, Fake friend, fake man, not a soul miss you. You left the squad, now you crawl back beggin’? Nah, get lost, keep cryin’ and regrettin’. You ain't Don, you ain’t fam, you just lame, Now rot in your chair while you c***e on the shame. 🎶 [Outro (Spoken Diss)] Will, you're the punchline of your own fuckin’ joke. You abandoned the team for drama like a broke soap opera villain. Now you want money? You owe Sean respect, not Venmo requests, you cholesterol-ridden toad. Keep my name out your mouth — You might c***e on the fat roll hangin’ off your tongue.