dumbass diss (made by Brexton)

Just met a dumb bitch who insulted Eminem

Like he knew shit but he didn't but then again

He's a kid, but I dissed his ass, waitin' for a response

Motherfucker say Em will get beat up IRL? Well, you wrong

Say that to his face, nigga, your ass'll be gone

Screenshotted everything and I'll send it to your mom

You don't even know his stage name, the fuck is you on?

You said his song sucked but don't know the fucking song's name

That's why you hated, you so damn lame

I might fuck your mom like it's a damn game

I might fuck yo' sister, go ahead, post it on Twitter

I know your ass just so bitter, maybe you should reconsider

'Cause, niggas ain't afraid to pull triggers

I'm fucking your mom and I'm getting the liquor

'Cause bitch, war is on, and I'ma get your sister

She on my dick, yeah, she a gold digger

Your life is a lie, yeah, you're out the picture

Dissin' Eminem without knowing who he is is a wrong move

Niggas finna be bound to fucking wrong you

Fuck your bitch ass, bitch, I'm fucking on you

If your family the same then they wrong, too

Where have you gone to?

Destroyed your whole argument, like what you onto?

If you got a bitch I'll fuck her just to wrong you

And I swear on my life niggas will find you

They be beside you, they finna strike you

Ayy, and you won't even survive, dude

I don't take shit kindly when you diss my idols

I might find your IP do shit like Marvel Rivals

I might find where you at and pull a Michael

I know you's ragebaiting, I could see it from your smile

I dignified you with a response and I won't repeat the cycle

Though, what if you tweeted that at Eminem?

He wouldn't care, so go take your medicine

You prolly got a thrill of adrenaline

Thinking you ragebaited me, but then again

I'm on your ass quicker than Trump with the Mexicans

And you know I ain't even American

Dissing my idols gon' get you with no friends again

Beefing with someone who don't know your existence

Is kinda funny, 'cause it don't make a fucking difference

Dumbasses like you think you got a worthy vision

When we know that's cap, nigga, I'ma keep my distance

Fuck you and your family, yeah, fuck your whole existence

Is you fucking retarded? No one gives 2 shits, bitch

You can eat my dick, bitch, you know I done did it

Come and eat up this shit, huh

 

Bitch, your argument sucks, mine is solid

Send you shit, make you vomit, what's that shit you got in yo' pocket?

Now usually rappers would flex on ya

But me? I'ma go and get the feds on ya

No swattin' but I'm the nigga next to ya

I'll find you one day and then put my step to ya

One day you gon' grow up and realize how stupid you sounded

You thought you left us astounded

Offended every Eminem stan, is your vision clouded?

Is you clinically delayed? Your ass should be grounded

I don't know why you come into a comment section

Thinking your ass won't get taught a lesson

Send you the link to this rap, do it like Smith & Wesson

Bet your ass needs some self-reflection

I rap so good, nigga, I cure depression

You fucking with the wrong guys, we do aggression

And maybe you can get your own therapy session

You're off your meds ain't you.. that ain't a question

My shit directed at your direction

And I guess your mother should've used protection

Tryna fuck with me, nigga, there's nothin' to ease the tension

You act like your opinion is pure perfection

Nigga, you so wrong it's funny so I had to mention

The fuck you mean his music sucks?

I swear on my life Eminem packs a punch

You said he was married at the time Christina said that

But nigga he wasn't, that's a setback

You got no braincells left, and I respect that

You're a fucking degenerate who thinks he did something

All you did was get me to diss your ass

It's like your brain can barely function, so fuck it

There's no goddamn discussion

Your comment caused no destruction

But it made me wanna do somethin'

I'ma turn you into purely nothing

You must've been puffin' on somethin' that made you say shit

Nigga, your shit ain't bussin'

Why you runnin'? Why you finna run? You a motherfucker

Met up with your mother, met up with your brother

Wanna see you suffer, bitch, you just another sucker

Tryna get a rise outta people, no wonder

Why you got no friends or bitches to love

Fucking with me we call this shit Dead Dove

And honestly, your ass in a body bag

You gon' struggle to even get your body back

And you know that I'ma tell your mommy that

You act like you know shit but it's funny that

You really thought.. I would be fine with it?

You a dumb fuck, a fucking lying bitch

You got a diss made at ya in a couple minutes, but at what cost?

Nigga, now get lost, swear to God, you brainwashed

And this beef can't be squashed, you might just get popped

Get arrested with no bond

I'ma take this shit way beyond

The shit you used to, but then after this, I won't respond

You won't get what you want, no damn response

These bodies drop like I got a magic wand

 

On my life, nigga, you disappear like magic

Well ain't that shit so fantastic?

Got your user, automatic

You a dumb fuck, it's really tragic

Then you think nobody gets offended

Well your shit is made out of plastic

Suck my dick, bitch, that's a classic

Always like this, huh? That's a shame, though

You don't even know the song's name, though

You's a fake ho, you a fake bro

Kiss my ass, fall off like SoFaygo

Don't even know your gender, but bitch, I'm colder than December

And I hope that your ass remembers

That sometimes the shit you say

Can fuck you up in every way

So realize that this is not no game

Keep your opinions to yourself or face the flames

And you got me all mad 'cause of shit you said

You prolly a kid who wets the bed

Yeah, and I'ma cause your family so much dread

Death threats? Nah, this the internet

You should expect for shit to go south real quick

And we don't forget 'til you're fucking dead

Well, maybe we do still remember after your death

You treated Em with little to no respect

So you can respectfully fuck off, blade meets flesh

Always not thinking of the consequences that could cause you stress

I won't second guess, I ain't tryna impress

All I want is my point to get through that you got me seein' red

But boy, this the internet, the shit you say will spread

Not to mention everything you say never gets deleted

'Cause most shit is archived, and niggas can define you

I was never one to diss a person but I really find you

Annoying, idiotic, oblivious, you dig yourself deeper

You gonna see the Reaper, boy, got you hot like you a fever

Honestly, watch your words next time

'Cause in this next line

Your whole soul and head is mine