Shiver Me Kimbers (X-Factor Diss)

(KeyJ)

 

Here's a kid, he likes hip-hop and rappin' shit

So what you do?

You take him under X-Factor's wing

And everything seems fine, but that's half the thing

The other half are jumpin' down on Xdaddy's dick

See, I was tought 'bout sacred things, like a father and mother

Not a group of pedophiles that probably fuck eachother

Call us the fantastic four, lil' bitch, we won here

So why don't you tie a noose and kick down your cuck chair?

You rap neutered, act so ballsy, madly corny

So how the fuck can you talk, Mr. Male Pattern Baldness?

And just GenX is too long for a faggot like you,

That fuckin' 9/11 pilot shoulda crashed into you

Instead he crashed somewhere, like your rap career,

After we bash your damn brains in as you hide in fear

We know you act superior, time to act sincere

You type tough all day through a blackened mirror

But now it's time to face consequences, know that day comin'

Just waitin' for you to slip and say somethin'

So stay runnin' away from the problems, bitch you ain't nothin'

Long as you behind the screen I'll be sleepin' like day, sonny

See son, some men like to lie, cheat, and steal

But at least we aren't desperate 'nough to try freaky shit

Except you groom, touch, perv, AND molest, hoe

So you should kill yourself, write four names in your manifesto

 

(Kunta)

 

I'm not gonna demise my eyes see your cries, gen

I see your disguise, gen, and wealth? I despise you type of men

Im precise, you deny, I dice and slice fuck you and your clout, your size

beat em to a pulp, I'm a pastor tho, and the pope, you guys cope about your rize

you say you pour cries but it's all a lie, fuck y'all blueprint, y'all wished

you had a hint or a scent that dispensed of skill, but no, it's just thrill and piss

but who's the best MC? kalli, kun, KO, key, who you tryna be, you diagnose faggotry

like you're apart of MD, wealth, I heard homophobia bad for yo health

you worry about others but never care for yourself

screamin' fuck twelve, gen, but you in the burbs

talk shit and prop disses one more time and you in the birds

bastards question if niggas have a weapon but let me give you a lesson

I'm settin' the scale, and you speak on jesus, God, then you die, ashes in the grail for a pessim'

nigga, these my homeboys, I'm rhyming with the Gods, say no beef tryna stay anonymous

then you diss and scream "guess what time it is" then you get yo soul done in some signin' shit

nigga, art of hip hop, part and you flip flop like seas outta water, and gen? your a deadbeat

for your online daughter, it's a slaughterhouse I'ma martyr, I'm sharper, godfather

this goes for gen, wealth, shayd, Nick, PCK, pick your lane

are you sick or tame? you can't fix the box after I shift the frame

you risk your name while I split your brain leave you sick with pain

you all lame, gen, genuine question do you have the intention to

spread genes to minors? or pull a five-niner? either way, respond, your on a timer

shot clock violation, nigga, top spot domimation

this a X Fact, this a new hot block conversation

cut off and converse in a verse your blood clot circulation

call it a jump shot calibration, nigga

 

(Kalligraphy)

 

Did something occur is Gen’s oogenesis?

Old head proclaiming me as his nemesis?

If he’s really fifty then his logic need legs:

It’s like me beefing with an unfertilized egg

I put you and X-Factor inside a Punnit chart

And sort y’all out to see who’s really smart

That’s 0/63 on the intelligence of art

You’re a bunch of fake hypotheticals, hypertechinals

Clinging on to easy rhymes, all is forgettable

Mrs Officer, Mrs Officer, please look through this man’s phone

This guy really thinks he’s the plug like Al Capone

How old is Shayd_Gray, somewhere in her teens?

50 and you saying she’s your homegirl, that’s EDP

That’s freaky shit, honestly I think your posing as this beast

Who feasts for fame cuz he couldn’t get it in the streets

Couldn’t get the recognition cuz he ran away from beefs

Figured his speech can maybe get him some Steez

Like geez, he getting drunk of the Corona

I’d push your street down like CATs, and takeover like King Cobras

Check your motor, it’s in a bad condition

Road to Heaven? Nah you on the road to Perdition

 

(KO-Doomzday)

 

Yo, I heard the wealthy master whips PCK and he enjoys it

60 members, only 10 are loyal and all are choiceless

You got disloyalty in yo group, Gen, I know you think you in control

But id be lying if I told you there wasn't any moles

Wealth tryna flex but I know that hes in Gens pants

PCK from the burbs, but now he wanna step back

You saying you a killer from Baltimore and cause danger

But you gave up on Bunny, I guess she was a failure

Then you gave up on Alex, treated her like a stranger

Saying its all about jealousy, and how you making the bangers

I tried to have an honest conversation, but Gen

Power got to your head and now its running you thin

And nick tryna bootlick his way to the top

But imma still diss him whether hes thankful or not

And fuck annotations, you gon read this through and figure what im saying

You running your mouth with disrespect, why does the finger cause you pain?

I used to look up to you before you was a dictator

So fuck you and your group, and your 60 dick glazers

Uh, bitch

 

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Skit

 

KO-Doomzday:

 

Gen: Did they see my A+ raps? Me and my 15 yr old homegirls are Baltimore killers!

Nick and Wealth: Ok king Jeezy!

Gen: OH MY GOD KUNTA KALLI KO AND KEY J ITS THE KKK THATS WHAT IMMA DISS THEM ABT

*Doorbell rings*

Gen: Nick, open that like a good boy.

Nick: Okay, master.

*Nick opens the door*

JiDion: So Michael, why are you calling 15 year olds your homegirls?

Gen: IM A BALTIMORE KILLER!! YOU ARE ALL JEALOUS CUZ IM THE BIGGEST AND BEST

*police show up to arrest Gen*

Gen: YOU ARE ALL JEALOUS MY GROUP KNOWS THE TRUTH!!!!

 

Kalligraphy: NAH KO that shits gonna happen one day 100%. “But my A+ raps means I can talk to minors!”

 

Kalligraphy: I mean what the- how many times do you use the same rhyme scheme and still be confident you're good at rapping— like, Gen really posts the worst trap beats ever, alongside a song that can’t flow…? Bro and Nick 😭 holy cornball, ticky ticky tock, you grab Gens sticky sticky cock. Like, telling me I ain’t got lyricism. And wealth? Yeah bro can’t put out a conceptual song for the life of him am I right? I mean X-Factor has like, what, 5 people actually doing shit? What happened Gen? Can’t manage a group? No one cares for your group anymore? Little Baltimore killer 🥀🥀

 

KEYJ:

 

Alright Gen, I know it's hard for you to be chill with this, especially cause you get validation from the internet

But maybe it's time to go outside, take care of your kids, and not the Baltimore side

Nick, you can hop up off his dick, if your ass isn't prolapsed you could do your shtick

Go outside for once, maybe you can see the sky and feel

"Maybe I shouldn't be on a site wit' 50 year old guys in it"