Cry (Kalligraphy Diss)

Aight, aight, you got me

But y'know what?

Thank you for the new material... faggot

No annotations this time around

You so smart, figure my lines out yourself

Matter fact, figure out the deeper meaning in the title, I'll wait

 

Here's how else you a hypocrite; say I hate rappin' this

But you half-ass the beat when you attackin' it

Lackin' a beat, I'll leave you beet red like a masochist

When I get your fuckin' ass, gas up your homies like flatulence

You discount my crew but when I do the same to you

You say I speak no truth when I step inside the booth

Like I care about Wasp, months ago, that was two

Nowadays, people say his name on a song, I'm like, "Who?"

Matter fact, I'm pretty sure he dissed you too

And I get your little joke about the Coh diss, see, you

You the typa guy who acts all high and mighty

About the crap he spews when he's staining his tighty whities

So keep talking, whitey, an actually good freestyle? Where's the shit at?

It ain't no freestyle if it's written on the pad

You call it biting, I call it payback, some shit 'bout going 'round

Like a basketball, you shot your shot but I caught the rebound

Deja vu, but still, just no fucks given

This a killshot that I'm firin' with precision

Forever, I've been killin' instruments until they cease existence

And I ain't mention Coh 'cause me and 'em ain't got no beef

Right-wing Republican? Did you read the lyric sheet?

First two lines, I'm a faggot, bitch, do you need

My pair of glasses so your ass that's slow as molasses can creep

Along at a gentle pace, your discography pillars of vanilla

Make me look like Atilla at a villa with Ghostface Killah

And KILLA with a Mercedes Benz parked out front

All you cunts need to be a lot more like Buckshot, cracker, don't front

Bitch, my skills so well rounded, I'm fucking rotund

Your shit stinks like a skunk punted into a rodent on a lotus

Got picked up by robot and crushed up until they three things are one

And thrown into Poland to a robust Christopher Nolan and throated for a moment

Smegma Shady? Ow, Kalli, my pally, I'm callin' for my Daddy

Yo, Jeezy, rally the nasty, unhappy gallies of rapping

'Till we're wrapping up this attacking and blasting Graphy to Cali

Graphically after he got lyrically Ali'd

The spiritual lyrical miracle, shut the fuck up and slick me

Oh, and Untoppable is a word, just googled it

And oogled it once I saw that I was correct in usin' it

Definition: the property of being on top of the

Game so high that I cannot possibly be beat

Like Christian meat before marriage in the back of a carriage

I know your ego must be wounded, here, take a bandage

Confederate? I'm from North Jersey, homie's desperate

I know it's unexpected, but all races accepted, I'm a leftist

I just got a pension for gettin' you mad

There's no other reason that I'm sayin' the word fag

Well, fagtard, it seems like the shit is working

So before I close the curtains on your career for certain

I'll do it some more just to get you riled up

Pile up the fag-words and drag slurs until they sound like normal words

Flip the bird until my fuckin' finger gets stuck

Up your ass as where it can get shoved, put your bars back up your butt

Send 'em back from whence they've come, I'm a self-diagnosing bum

So what? Ooh, real sharp insult! Shit's dull as the nose of a pug

One hit wonder? You a four hunnid hit blunder

Double my rep numbers but your skill's miles under

Alright, fair enough, you got me there with the lists

Except every motherfucker you list is also suckin' your dick

One's a sub-thousand, other one I've never even seen

Third ain't posted in a month, fourth is one of two by whom I've been beat

The fifth one being KQT who's kissin' at your feet

No disrespect to them, though, because they a friend to me

So, first I'm not on drugs, now, I'm on narcot'?

Atheists don't believe in me because I'm a god

I'm a narcissistic drug addicted self-hating faggot?

Bitch, stick with a story or just lie down in your casket