Craze (NickShady Response)
• Written by wasp • Featuring Nick_Shady
this guy faded?
dude rap like he garglin' ajax, taste it
brain matter splattered, call that artistic placement
bitch made, shoulda been swallowed, basic
i go the sixth sense, you cant count past two
only thing prophetic bout you is how quick dick got sucked for a few
im the gravedigger, you aint buried shit but your own relevance
pressure make diamonds whilst you made wet toilet paper remnants
bulimia flows, you just gag and recycle
fatass hungry been chewing on the same slim shady vinyl
power before money, ok? tho you was powerless permanently
now just a tax deduction with face tattoos and herpes
hall & oates, your career got oates'd out
POW chains, i POW your clout drought
goat cheese when you the whole petting zoo bitch
I made one call and they revoked your rhyming privileges
this bitch Nickshady? motherfucker dickshady
dudes a walking L, call him Nickels lame-y
he claim he hard but he soft
tryna rap? bro, stick to finger-paintin'
you a stain
dudes whole career built on dickridin' and weak bars
spit a verse? more like spit up, baby food, we dont chew hard
you a joke
im the reaper with a pen, you just a scribble on a napkin
you irrelevant
you the type to get bodied and still ask "who hit me?"
career flatlined, call the doc, "nah, just let him RIP"
spit like bulimia, believe me im more than hungry
but you puke weak shit, shoulda stuck to the thumb, dummy
you a bunch of dick-ridin' crash test dummies
claim "lyrical miracle" but your flows a fuckin' coma
I bring the heat, you bring a sweater "mom, its getting colder!"
you see most niggas crack under pressure, but im a natural
you? you crack like a methheads teeth in a fistfight
talk big but your legacy’ a footnote in a piss book
im the nightmare you cant wake from, scream into the abyss, look
they dont want the war with the Martian, they sendin' they troops
but you aint even worth the ammo, catch these hands, bitch, BOOM
too bad your IQs lower than your sperm count, missed
now slink back to the sewer where the rest of the trash sits
and tell your followers I said "oops, my bad, I meant to miss ya"
