Runaway Jesussy
Johnny Long Johnson

Verse 1:
Yo, Jesussy, what happened to that bold talk?
Begging for the mod role, now you're duckin' my stalk.
Used to step in the ring, swinging for the crown,
But now you're just a ghost, boy, look at you now.

Thought you wanted power, thought you wanted respect,
But when the heat comes up, you're first to eject.
Remember all those nights you claimed you'd defend?
Now you’re running away, where's that mod you'll lend?

Verse 2:
You wanted to be king, reign over the chat,
Now you’re just a flake, can't handle the spat.
You wanted all the tools, the ban, and the mute,
But when it got real, boy, you made your excuse.

Said you’d lead the charge, be the voice of the crew,
Now you’re ghosting us hard, where's your crew to pursue?
Calling out for backup, but it’s all in vain,
You can’t even show face, now that you got the fame.

Verse 3:
I see you dodging shadows, hiding from the light,
All that talk about power, but now you can't fight.
Grew a big ol' ego, thought you were the best,
But you ran like a coward, can’t handle the test.

You wanted the throne, now you're taking a seat,
Pulled a Houdini trick, looking for a retreat.
Once you were the champ, standing tall with pride,
Now you’re out of the ring, trying to duck the side.

Verse 4:
You threw shade at those who put in the grind,
But now it's your turn, and you’re falling behind.
Wishing for the thrill, but you can't take the heat,
Thought you could hang, but now you can’t compete.

So listen up closely as I serve you this dish,
You thought you had it all, made a big ol' wish,
But wishing won't save you, you're lost in the fray,
It's a diss from the king, better hear what I say.

Verse 5:
Running like the wind, thought you’d hold your ground,
But now you’re just a name, that has lost the sound.
Charlatan dreams, man, you thought you were slick,
But it's time for the truth, let me hit you with this quick.

So take off the crown, and step down from the throne,
This is a wake-up call, can’t do this alone.
Once a mod wannabe, now you’re just a ghost,
I'll keep spitting fire, while you slip into most.

Hook:
Runaway Jesussy, look what you've done,
Begging for the glory, now you’re on the run.
Mod dreams crumbled, lost it all in the fight,
Now you're just a shadow, fading out of sight.

Runaway Jesussy, can’t you see the light?
You were supposed to stand tall, but you chose to take flight.
With your mod dreams behind you, you're a mere memory,
This diss will haunt you, it's the end of your spree.