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Gay Stunt (Kalligraphy Diss)
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- GenX on the track keepin' it real, weirdos in explore askin' me to reveal, the color of my dick, what's your spiel?
- That's information I choose to conceal which is your ordeal cuz I know you're just dying to kneel
- K Clique fags, from riches to rags, motherfuckin' nags always fondling each others bags
- Raisin' pride flags, for them the facts are drags, every time he sucks a cock he probably gags
- Gay from his inception, creator of deception, not very impressin' so everything he does faces rejection
- He should lessen the tension and get to steppin', I'm guessin' he likes giving boys a hot beef injection
- It's like my rhymes are from another dimension, for these fags it's depressin' givin' em depression
- I'm more like a blessin', got these fools stressin', they wanna keep me down but I'm still here flexin'
- I'm surprised Crispy ain't spellin' his name with a K so he can join in with you hairy fuckin' fairies
- Playin' with little boys berries, poppin' their cherries, always Jerrys or Garys never any Marys
- Kalligracunt has me on the hunt, ridin' around town in my Cadillac smokin' a big ass blunt
- Wanting to know the color of my dick is a gay stunt, all he ever does is run his mouth and front
- Jealous that I'm spectacular, wielding rhymes like Excalibur, decimating every single challenger
- I'm the driver he's the passenger, fucking amateur, I'll create a massacre, let me clear my calendar
- In this game I'm the manager, Kalligracunt is less than a janitor, grind him up till he's granular
- He best back up cuz I'm a face damager, the Chancellor, send his ass to the medical examiner
- Fuckin' pissy pants smellin' like urine for certain, it ain't hard to determine that I'm the wrong person
- Terrorize this German then take of my turban, choke him with the fabric, fuckin' right I'm his burden
- I don't give a single fuck about this schmuck, got his ass stuck in the muck, he can't get out with a truck
- He better duck when he hears my shotgun buck cuz when he runs out of luck he's gonna get struck
- This bitch is actin' irregular, I'm not that kind of predator, the way I lay down the law I'm more like a senator
- I'm the top competitor, slam this fag like a wrestler, he tried to send a message but I killed the messenger
- I put myself in a position to be killin' all the competition and I do this shit with precision and repetition
- A rhyming technician with the ambition and ammunition, making rappers disappear like a fuckin' magician
- I've made it a tradition to shock y'all like an electrician, y'all are a bunch of trannies makin' the transition
- Mad that I'm getting so much recognition, the tongue of a politician, look up "dope" and see I'm the definition
- Fuckin' queer squares havin' gay affairs, avoiding stares and glares, stuck in their teeth are pubic hairs
- They trying to damage my reputation but I'm doin' repairs, I got these fags panicking and shootin' up flares
- Jealous of my domination, they think they sick I'm the medication, fuckin' em up no hesitation
- Schoolin' these fools is an obligation, I don't do imitation, they can't match my determination
- I'm steppin' on the gas acceleration, fightin' all their manipulation, killin' em with my articulation
- They wanted a confrontation with their provocation but for me fighting haters is an occupation
- My generation has a reputation for motivation, they tryin' to hide facts but I have the information
- Their actions display their desperation and lack of imagination, mad that I always create a sensation
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