Make a rap diss track that fits with this lyrics (Verse 1 – Set the tone) Yo— Milo Rangel? Nah, that name’s a typo, Talk tough now, but you fold under light shows. Think you a beast? You a blip on my tightrope, I juggle bars, you struggle with your typo’d bio. Say you spit heat? That’s cap and confetti, Your flow’s prehistoric—I'm fire with machetes. You flex online with a sub-par edit, I rip through egos, you ain’t even ready. You rap like Siri had a seizure and panicked, I rap like every single word’s enchanted. I’m raw, you’re canned—factory branded, You tried to stand tall, now you left slanted. (Verse 2 – Fast switch up) Listen— Milo, you mild though, style low, spiral slow, Tryna go viral with lines so recycled, bro. I’m primal, final, rhymes go psycho, You just post quotes and dream of a mic show. Spit so fast, it’s a blur in a spiral, You blink once, get erased in the vinyl. You rhyme like a typo, rap like denial, Got no real bars, just vibes and a title. I burn timelines, you stuck in a slideshow, Your best punchline’s my typo in high mode. I don’t throw shade—I eclipse the whole cycle, Left you on read, now you ghost with a blindfold. (Verse 3 – Kill shot) I’m not just dissing, I’m doin’ you favors, Bury this verse, then charge it to the majors. You wanted smoke, but I cook with lasers— Now you on mute like Twitch mods with razors. Look— You a footnote, I’m a full-page banger, You just a glitch in a mic-fed hangar. I move in syllables you can't even anchor, I ain't petty, I’m just the lyrical danger. (Outro – the burial) Milo who? Name’s gone, no sequel, Stepped in my lane—got smoked like diesel. This ain’t rap beef, this is full-blown evil, Next time you speak, think twice, be legal.