craft an eminem style hard hitting diss track, mak

[Intro – menacing piano riff, slow building 808] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – rapid fire flow, punchy snare] Let’s cut the crap, Frogan, you’re a walking punchline Joke so stale, your takes expired before lunchtime Said the military “deserves” their scars? You’re a sick kind Of sad sack, sitting fat, spitting hate like it’s wine You call that a hot take? It’s a cold, rotten lie Your mouth runs faster than your lungs when you try To climb a flight of stairs, gasping, red as a tie You’re a human buffet, never met a plate you’d deny [Pre-Chorus – rising tension, distorted bass] Receipts don’t lie, your tweets are a permanent stain You hide behind a screen, but your hate’s out in the rain You think you’re tough? You’re a marshmallow in a hurricane About to get swept away by the words I’m gonna rain [Chorus – explosive beat drop, layered vocals] Frogan, Frogan, you’re a joke that’s gone too far Racist rants and a gut that’s breaking every bar You eat like the fridge owes you a debt, you’re a walking jar Of garbage takes, your weight’s the only thing that’s up to par Frogan, Frogan, you’re a sad, sad little star Your fifteen minutes up, and you’re gonna crash hard You called the military weak? You’re the one who’s scarred By your own hate, you’re a train wreck in a bra [Verse 2 – faster flow, staccato hi-hats] Jewish jokes? Real original, you’re a broken record Your brain’s as small as your self-esteem, you’re a total wreck, sir You think weight jokes are low? You’re the one who’s a mess, her Eating till the couch cries, begging for a rest, her You say you’re “woke”? You’re asleep at the wheel, a disaster Your takes are so bad, even your mom’s embarrassed You’re a human blimp, floating through life, a disaster Your only talent is making people want to blast ya [Pre-Chorus 2 – amplified tension, screeching synth] You think you’re clever? You’re a clown with a keyboard Your hate’s so loud, even the neighbors can hear it, lord You’re a fraud, a fake, a total fraud, you’re bored With your own life, so you spread hate to afford A little attention, but it’s all just a sword Hanging over your head, about to fall and board Your coffin, you’re done, you’re a dead man walking, lord Your legacy’s a pile of garbage, you’re ignored [Chorus 2 – more intense beat, aggressive ad-libs] Frogan, Frogan, you’re a joke that’s gone too far Racist rants and a gut that’s breaking every bar You eat like the fridge owes you a debt, you’re a walking jar Of garbage takes, your weight’s the only thing that’s up to par Frogan, Frogan, you’re a sad, sad little star Your fifteen minutes up, and you’re gonna crash hard You called the military weak? You’re the one who’s scarred By your own hate, you’re a train wreck in a bra [Bridge – slow, menacing beat, spoken word flow] You think you’re tough? You can’t even walk to the store Without stopping to catch your breath, you’re a total bore You sit on your couch, eating chips, spitting hate some more While real heroes fight for the freedom you ignore You’re a waste of space, a waste of air, a total chore Your life’s a joke, and the punchline’s at your core You’re gonna cry when this track hits, you’re a sore Loser, always has been, always will be, for sure [Solo – distorted guitar riff, building intensity] (Instrumental Solo) [Final Chorus – maximum intensity, layered ad-libs] Frogan, Frogan, you’re a joke that’s gone too far Racist rants and a gut that’s breaking every bar You eat like the fridge owes you a debt, you’re a walking jar Of garbage takes, your weight’s the only thing that’s up to par Frogan, Frogan, you’re a sad, sad little star Your fifteen minutes up, and you’re gonna crash hard You called the military weak? You’re the one who’s scarred By your own hate, you’re a train wreck in a bra [Outro – fading beat, menacing piano riff] (Instrumental Solo)