Fuck the storm (KO-Doomzday diss)

Hey man, I told you that I had respect for you

I wasn’t dissing I was just questioning your actions

I still like you as a rapper

You think I was sneak dissing you?

You pull out a diss on me?

Fine if that’s what you want let’s fucking go

 

What the fuck is little Timmy doing he must not be thinking right

To diss his former group and think we won’t go down without a fight

You used to be homie you used to be my ace

And now I want to slap the taste

Out your mouth, I’ll make you bow down on the floor

And I’ll let you know you ain’t shit anymore

Fucking 10-years old and still an iPad kid

That means he IS retarted and now I’m gonna get rid

Of you, and you call me a Stan?

You follow me and propped my raps little man

You ain’t a big dog not anymore at least

I’ll make your ears cream like Lil Cease

Because after this you will CEASE to exist

And you’ve been a naughty boy so I’m taking you off the nice list

This bitch ain’t ready for the smoke

He was a bitch ass pussy from the first time he spoke

And you ain’t fooling anyone you use AI for your clips

And guess what KO? I don’t give a fucking shit

Do you like skittles? Cause it looked like you already tasted the rainbow

You like men and you’ve never gotten a hoe

You think you the big shot?

And now I launching this shit at you like a slingshot

Snap back to reality little bitch

I wish you would lose yourself on your shit

Go and fuck yourself cause no one wants you here

This group is gonna make you cry tears

And you think you can a whole group 24v1 how?

Your thinking just like them now

And we destroyed them sent them back where they came from I ain’t new

And now we’re gonna do the same fucking thing to you

You regretting what you said now cause you now tired and sober

And I will tell you now that your reign is fucking over

Yo step back you ain't ready for this attack

Talking all that smack but you ain't got the facts

Your rhymes are whack can't keep up with the pace

Think you got game? Man you ain't even in the race

I'm the king of this game you're just a peasant

Talking big shit but your presence ain't present

You got no bars no skills just a wannabe

Mess with me you'll be left in a tragedy

Think you got style? Man, you got nothing

Every word you spit is all bluffing

I'm a beast on the mic you're a weak little punk

Got more talent in my pinky than your whole damn trunk

You flexing like you big but you ain't got the muscle

Try to hustle me you get lost in the shuffle

Your flow is a joke ain't no one gonna miss ya

By the time I'm done even your boyfriend won't kiss ya

You ain't nothing but a fake a fraud a pretender

I'll burn you down leave you flamed in the ember

You think your hard but you soft like butter

Every word I spit makes you shudder

You're outta your league outta your mind

Step off kid or get left behind

So next time you think you can come at me

Remember this verse and how you got beat

I'm the real deal you just a clown

Step back son before you get knocked down

And bitch I’ll let you know I’m always superior

To me you will always be inferior

Cause I never back down

Never what?

Never give up

But it looks like your mom gave up you

And your dad left you to get the milk ain’t that true

And I make you eternally sleepy

Rest where the worms and the weak be

Cause now your my little bitch

And I own you like I’m fucking rich

This little punk don’t get no bitches

Meanwhile I’m the sex god fucked your mom I’m too vicious

Cause I’m better than you could comprehend

And you don’t ever mess with D-Licious again