INGIS8 DISS 3

Let's see.

 

Let's take it back.

Before one of these bitches wanna actually battle rap.

I'm not the one for that.

Send a jab. But I'll come out west.

And surround your parents pad.

Tryna act so bad. I'll take your ass to acting class.

Subtract your trash. Like your sitting in a math class.

You'll be the next Brian O'Connor.

Just a flying horror when you crash.

I'm gassing up.

You ain't wanna fight this.

I'll frighten you like a flash of lightning.

God standing right beside me.

Says do her lightly.

But show her your almighty when it comes to writing.

Leave her outta breath. You don't know what's next.

I'm a killer MC that could put this dog to sleep.

If your willingly. I'll show these site I'm true indeed.

I don't need a group. Or a crew of faggots.

I'll rip your stable to fractions.

You aren't able to compose a track when.

You didn't write 90% of your package.

Can't believe this even happening.

Me against you.

Victory is always easy.

Strictly inflicting cheesy artists.

Tempt me to discharge what I harvest.

Empty mean sixteens on targets.

EMTs driving by the scene.

Where I left her lifeless.