Mr. Wrout Diss Track

[Intro]
"I’m gonna tell you right now guys, the bottom line is"
Listen up, Wrout
You be sayin' shoot every time you go and shout
Giving you the boot like watch really 'bout?
You don’t got a clue when it comes to having clout
I won’t ever root for no stinkin' coach Wrout

[Verse]
Man, wassup Woody
Thought I was mad, nah man it’s all goodie
You can really rock a hoodie
And when it comes to your class, I ain’t never played hooky
I can hit record and make a hit record
Your speeches sound like scratched records
Plus your track record doesn’t have a single track record
Boy, you look like Tony Hawk, holy guacamole
Phony talk, homie, all bologna
Can’t throw me off, know we awful bony
Homie, rock and roll, don’t rock a Rollie
Only watches with built-in timers
I guess, okey dokey
Tony Hawk, holy guacamole
Nose he got is lowkey long and pokey
Just like Phineas
Yelling join the team
Where the boys are weak and the skinniest
All annoying freaks
Whose voices squeak like guinea pigs
If I had the choice to be one of them, I wouldn’t
Nah I’m just kidding I was on that team for four years
But you say your team is a family
That makes you the drunk uncle
Still make em run in the rain? Ugh
Really makes your blood run cold
You got some brilliant kids
But don’t take the right approach
You could have a first-class ticket
But you’d still be flying coach
And really this song is a joke
So don’t be blowing any whistles
I ain’t tryna distract or get you
Fired like a missile
It’s a joke diss track
You didn’t earn this missile
Senior year I ditched track just for early dismissal
Wait stop the track, I dropped track
Cuz with honors classes I was on track
I’m getting off track with this song
Though when it comes to timing, I never lost track
What’s the problem Jeffery?
I don’t wanna make lots of enemies
So this next line’s complimentary:
Oh my gosh, your legs’ll be
Strong at seventy
But you’ll be gone mentally
So if you wanna remember me
You can just run, to jog your memory
All this is really for fun
I’m the one running it, still
You’ve been on a million runs
But you’re still run of the mill
Since your life’s goal is only coaching cross country
You’re literally giving the system a run for its money