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Rollock · Who the _f**ks_ bumbi anyway
Yeah...
Bumbi out here dissing Monarch like he's built for it.
Silver II faction, 476k rep.
Spitting on the forums like he's the shit.
You're not a threat, just a forum clown,
Shouting from the back while the kings run the town.
All bark, no bite, just a walking disgrace,
You the static in Torn, background noise, no fight.
You want Monarch’s attention? Chief, denied.
They hire soldiers, not silver trolls with pride.
You’ll never amount to more than a pest,
Just a meme in the forums, clowned with the rest.
Even your faction’s embarrassed, that’s tough,
Your Discord’s a graveyard, your bars ain’t enough.
You fantasise diamonds while we silence the sound.
We make moves in the dark while you circle around.
Wrong weight class, Bumbi, get off the mat.
This ain’t your league, we don’t spar with that.
Keep chirping, keep dreaming, keep typing your trash,
But the only thing you’ll ever run is out of gas.
So here’s your moment, hope you took it in stride.
Next time, think twice before you challenge the tide.
Torn ain’t kind to those who fake bold.
You’re not feared. Not respected. Just… trolled.
Update 1 - Bumbi came back
Bumbi [3177056]
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I just got dissed by another no name
you ain't talk for M so strange
what the f**k you try to claim?
your bars and song were lamelil noob shut up go back and gym train
whether a fight or diss
you catch some strays
smoking on that butterfly strain
lil boy next time stay in your lanehow many times your mans get caught in fed
asking who's bumbi should ask who's you instead
ain't filled with dread, your bars just dead
get votes from my name not from what you saidno one important from M can write a diss?
got more bars more stats than pollock on my wrist
nice bait little mate no card go fish
balling with butterfly nets, it go swishyou ain't no king just a slave to terms
all these man copy me but remember who birth
mans face end up in a shirt, tryna get hurt
leave six feet in the dirt, mans get murkedit get grimey in torn city better think quickly
deers don't bark, bite you ain't talking wrigleys
lil boy you silly, you ain't talk for real Gs
I'm like bitch please, this guy just a pick me
we can go bar for bar, verse for verse
you writing rhymes like nursery
this guy gotta end up in a hearse
cut mans up like it's surgery
LVCP(O) ain't not B-Tec we come stand correct
mans on the inside of organisations intel checked
don't matter what sections, eyes and ears collect
YMCMT are dead, but ain't give no respectthey ain't live lavish no more, now I live luscious
in global chat I try to push buttons
in general I'm on top of discussions
pop in to HQ and leave them lying like no russianif I'm the forum clown what would that make ferret
please come give your opinions on that do share it
lil rat couldn't write a diss if he even tried
stab a monkey with a spork go back and type writeferret can't compare to me when it comes to lyrics
they say he too busy but what he do specific?
lately mans shitposting has been more prolific
he ain't special just another brand of dipshit
we can go bar for bar, verse for verse
you writing rhymes like it's nursery
this guy gotta end up in a hearse
cut mans up like it's surgery
Update 2 - Rollocks Rebuttal
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Rollock · Why you writin essays
If I’m a no-name, why you writin’ essays?
Obsessed with my shadow, beggin' Monarch to play.
You fish for respect in a dried-up lake,
While I write your obituary, marked and made.
Just got back from South Africa, the work is done,
His father’s heart gave out before the second round sung.
No grave, no marker, no legacy earned,
Just ash in the wind and a name overturned.
His mother dropped in ‘42, the record’s clear,
Maybe I pulled the trigger, maybe I was near.
But violence like this don’t start with the blade,
It starts with a flaw that your bloodline made.
This wasn’t rage, I reviewed the file,
Charted the rot in a generational style.
You weren’t born to rise, you were born to be tried.
And this wasn’t a killing - It was genocide.
If I’m a no-name, why’s my verse in your grave?
Obsessed with my shadow, beggin' Monarch to play.
You fish for respect in a dried-up lake,
While I write your obituary, marked and made.
Called me weak, then begged for a score,
“My lyrics were better, right?” - insecure to the core.
You don't rap to win, you rap to be liked,
That's not a diss, that's a cry typed twice.
“Go back and gym train”? That’s cute, Bumbi.
Strength ain’t substance when your soul’s that empty.
You weren’t the start, you were born from mistake,
A failed first draft we forgot to erase.
You mocked butterflies, but never looked close,
We move in silence, then cut through throats.
You chase our wings like you hunt for some rep,
But Monarch don’t flutter, No mercy is kept.
If I’m a no-name, why’s your legacy mine to erase?
Obsessed with my shadow, beggin' Monarch to play.
You fish for respect in a dried-up lake,
While I write your obituary, marked and made.
You flash LVCP like a badge at the door,
But clearance means nothing when you’re scrubbing the floor.
Your intel’s a fiction, your ops are pretend,
A spook in the forums who can’t comprehend.
You came for me, Ferret, and half the board,
That’s not war, that’s a self-authored police report.
Your bars don’t cut, they meander and drift,
Just tantrums in rhyme, dressed up as a script.
You drop No Russian like that sets a tone,
But warfare ain’t shock, it’s the kill, done alone.
You name half the board like you're building a case,
But this ain’t a battle, it’s a plea for a place.
If I’m a no-name, why you writin’ essays?
Obsessed with my shadow, beggin' Monarch to play.
You fish for respect in a dried-up lake,
While I write your obituary, marked and made.










