speculation (nickshady diss)

yeah…

fuck all that lyrical miracle, spiritual shit

this that wrap your corpse in plastic type flow

lets talk.

 

they say speak of the devil, well, heres his eulogy

nickshady stick to comedy

white boy raps like hes gargling bleach

voice crackin' like his daddy left, oh wait, he did

you a lyrical killer? nah, you just illiterate filler

a Walmart eminem with half the skill and double the temper

your whole career built on "what if?" and "maybe,"

while real niggas turn your name to a hashtag and late-night cable

you speculate bars, I decimate careers

leave your legacy dismembered like your followers ears

"oh, hes controversial!" nah, hes just corny with anger

a shock jock with no shock, just cringe and bad cadence

 

bitch, hes the scarecrow

no brain, no heart, just straw and a weak flow

 

lets autopsy this rap god facade:

you pale in the booth like your ghost wrote the bars

"complex rhymes!" yeah, complex as a kindergarten riddle

while I simplify your existence to "another white middle."

you diss legends, and you diss your own sperm count

no kids, just stans who scream "hes the truth!" (hes not)

I seen funnier punchlines in obituaries

and darker imagery in Disney fairy tales

you spit venom? nah, you spit what yt comments feed ya

a rebel who still cries when his mommy dont read ya

 

(you dont get it, hes underground!)

underground? bitch, hes six feet under

dig him up, hes still whack, no resurrection, just blunder

 

this aint hip-hop, this a public service announcement:

"stop letting this man rap." somebody vomit a warning

you "king of the rap?" cool, keyboard warriors crown you

but in life, your name get drowned out by fart sounds

I'd say "rest in peace," but you never lived

just a meme with a mic, "look how hard he spits!" (he dont)

so heres your exit: a toilet flush of a verse

speculate this, your career just got worse.

 

…and if you somehow survive this?

do us all a favor

speculate a new hobby

 

voice crack like puberty hit him twice

flow weaker than excuses from a nigga who cant fight

"oh, hes underground!" bitch, hes under dirt

six feet deep with no flowers, just meme pages and hurt

 

lets autopsy this fraudulent flow

every bar sound like a cry for help wrapped in yt ego

"complex rhymes!" Yeah, complex as a participation trophy

while real mcs leave him stiff like postmortem photos

you diss ai fetish artists and good mcs and you diss your own reflection

a mirror full of cracks from the weight of rejection