Athena Athena Athena
• Written by Gilly_Insightz
Aye Goddess, you got this? this God diss //
Im blaspheming this weak ass Greek shit
You are only fan. Thats not it. //
You ain’t wise, smart for flirty
That name you rep is counterfeit. //
Can’t buy the bag, so suck a dick
You Sucka…shit
Seems your philosophy is just a buncha //
biting, Deep throat or split, //
Your hole be minced. You Lioness?
I’m king of beast. I lead real men, //
You lead with tits. I help em win,
You make em quit. I weave with wits, //
You arachnophobic,
You Just a knitty, one trick insectavore
This biz that real stick-y zip //
Let’s see you crawl up outta of this.
I’m on yo head #Arachne’s revenge. //
You made Madusa suffer when,
Poseidon is who laid the sin. //
Justice where? Simps voting tryna hit it!
My pen’s more just while your pen just is.//
My pen does more than your pen understands.
My words can take you to new lands:
Some call it penmanship. //
Your bars ain’t nothing but wet sand,
Crumbles like a castle hit. //
Who you wit? He must be simp.
I know you think you pimping. Quit! //
What you attract is rubber. Bent?
I’m rhyming hard enough to spin //
You from the wet dream you been in
Translation: who you think you fuckin wit? //
Take that BBL and broke BDs back
To wherever the hell you leave, //
Circle back and find what made you bleed.
I’d’ve patched that trauma if you weren’t a sleeze. //
More hands been through you than a sleeve.
Don’t ever try me with them dirty knees. //
I’m H-I-M, make Her, M-E’s.
Zeus swallowed your mom, //
You swallowing meeee!
You what’s behind the Trojan, //
Never allowed closer,
A barrier between pumps, //
Is the only way they’d hump ya.
So I can’t claim you’re a dumpster, //
They’re brought inside and have more function.
You lack the evident substances //
You need to work on assumptions
Just because they came, //
Don’t mean they enjoyed the function.
You needed this here stomping, //
To quell all that bratty ass thirsting.
Don’t get caught lurking //
Bitch stop the mumbling
Speak up, or get back to sucking //
Poseidon. Did he really stuff it?
Yo olive trees ain’t about nothing. //
Your vanity’s leaking, go plug it.
Your ringless coping is hopeless. //
Shut up and go make yourself worth it.