casinofreak response 1

i heard this dude dissed the label with bars he never read, looks like he wrote that shit from a bathroom with an iphone pro

on a folding stool in a coat he stole, casino betting rent on a parlay, throwing shade at MTD label like we did him wrong

bro, you diss what you asked to be signed to, boutta throw darts at your whole arc

your flow got the grace of a boat park crash, just old fart jokes in a coat from Kohl’s, and i know marks

like him, provo posts and a broken poker app, homie owes Bovada so much his phone won’t open without a loan from gofundme

you said you clip heads off with machetes the size of elephant spines, even your similes lie

you’re knee deep in bad writing that bleeds each line into a meme, i can’t believe you compared yourself to god

and then threatened us with a cactus and gun, i craft mine with a lean speed, pristine technique

you scream and unleash weak shit with a bed sheet hung from a green screen

you’re not ready to see me, i leave more heat in a 16 than your weak shit leaked in a complete week

you try to hiss and get plaque psoriasis, weird flex bro, i hope your dental plan sees these

i don’t need to squeeze twin beams like i’m streamin' a scene outta Steam on extreme pc speeds just to seem elite

that whole thing reads like it’s weed themed with a need to bleed, but you freeze when you meet fatigue

you said you war torn like north yemen, bro please, you wore denim to a sword lesson, and tore tendons

when you tripped over a floor gremlin, you bore venom like lore written by 14 year olds with a forum addiction

you store weapons in tactical shelves, i store sessions in actual stems with levels and clefs

you’re seven percent of a sentence that never developed or bled, you can’t even drag a zip file

you compress rage in a vest with a knockoff logo stitched over your chest, you ain’t possessed, you’re just pressed

i don’t need to address your threats, you press keys with the energy of a stressed teen who’s sweaty

from yellin’ about art while the desk creaks, i’m glad you see yourself in something completely useless to a human being in a street level feud

you can’t compute with the root of MTD, i confuse you with a chew toy covered in glue

my crew moves through rooms too deep for your speeches to leak through, you need two cheat sheets just to preview what we d

i guess you go bad fast, and end up cold in a fridge for a week too, said you spit so hot it freezes

that don’t even mean truth, that’s a reach, like preachin’ in deep pools with your knees glued to the seat in a preschool

your shit is see through, full of cheap doomsday speech, i don’t need to peek through to see you were preset with pre cooked beef stew

bro said he gon spray the weapon, must’ve meant a rusty paintball gun he found under a bunk bed

cause the last time he bust, it was gum on a drum pad stuck with a crust from a lunch tray stunt set

you can’t touch threats, a crumbled sub thread, no substance except a bump in a group text thread

that you sub run monthly from a bunked up custom android with a cracked port, USB duct taped shut and a crushed screen

must mean trust ain’t touched you since you rushed a punch scheme in a group cypher and got flushed clean

said don’t poke the bear, bitch you barely a plush bean, i’ve seen more muscle in a thumbtack stuck in a sunbeam

you ain’t a grizzly, gonna crumble your front teeth, saying you’ll pull something, cool, pull up a drum seat

sit in it, listen and hush, i’m from the cut, punch schemes into dusty Akai pads with a rubber band touch screen

and plus you stumbled through one beat clumsier than Funyuns in a lunch meet