Wasp DISS (response to #1 all time)

You remember 2006, Nas said hip hop was dead

I was the only rapper to actually resurrect

So much of yall just spitting Tom Foolery

All of you jagged maggots writing all eulogies

I’m the only man doing rap so unusually

Only rapper alive, you better stay true to me

Cuz I don’t need no shit talking the greats on the other side of the globe

When no one knows your name, pack up the ego

You sit at home making jokes, computer in your lap

I’m tryna clean up the mess you left on the streets

And you're talking about beating someone’s ass?

Motherfucker you are wack

Long live the formative concept rap

Fuck all the Ghandi today then gangsters tomorrow

One foot in their sorrows, the other in the trap

How come he can say shit and not expect a clap back

So pardon me responding, I guess I shouldn’t be asking another rapper to actually fuckin rap

Facts

 

36 bars he did it

If he knew how to rap and get across

He coulda said all shit by the seventh sentence

My impression apprentice is that he’s a gimmick

Fingerprints of Mimicking the styles of the other guy he’s friends with

I can’t lie, he’s also one of my favorites…

Fuck that, back to this flavourless

All sheisty, talk spicy like the mouth of a brainless

Your a button to a Tahiti, Siri to Steve

A speck of dirt to an invasive type of weed

If I was even below average, you wouldn’t even come NEAR me

You idiots know nothing about shutting your mouths

When you start talking like you running the world

Bitch can’t even run his own house

You fake conscious rapper, a wannabe gangster

No fucking bodies obtained or claimed

Slain or engrained or engraved by his name

What a shame, you piece of shit, you lame

I’m a punch you in your damn face

You better be afraid, your body still lays rotten from the past

This isn’t our first time spearing, this is one of many clash

Your ass better stay in school, don’t skip English class

Learn how to rhyme, make the time you swine

If you don’t mind, I got one verse left of mine

Time to spin lyrics that’ll penetrate your spine

But brush it off, but you know your complacent inside

 

YELLOW, imma finish him off

 

To much wasp clit lickin

This damn gimmick is a chicken

Broke boy couldn’t buy a nugget

What’s your budget, does it apply to your raps

You apt to read this, and if you do, he’s a good biatch

You wanna talk crazy, number 1 all time?

Are you out of your mind, did your 47 chromosomes intertwine?

This like the 47th time I’ve murdered you with rhymes

As Capital 47 just laughs cuz your mines

Yeah, talkin about number 1 all time

What the fuck got into you?

What rotten food did your ass consume

To think none of us can share the same metrics as you

Or believe that somehow we are less than you?!

You gotta be kidding, to much self-to-self lickin

You cat can't run shit, you can’t even speak properly

If Kweli was beside me, he’d say I murdered you MOS DEFINITELY!!!

Shut the hell up about taking names and all this tough speech

Go clean your dirty streets and your soul that reeks

You rap like you sacrifice virgins on cassettes?

I wish they kept Woo and fucking took YOU 🫵