Skinny dude diss
• Written by yaztherapper
My pen is ill like medicine,call it penicillin
I will swing at you’re umbilical cord
With the double-edge triple-syllable sword
I stay scheming like Rick Ross
But just like Meek Millz, I’m a boss
Mothership, we be runnin this through like Gods
Fake cats get swallowed up by weak poodle dogs
Cause they can’t afford to record their awards
Schizophrenic mind stored, horded in mental wards
I apply the lie gently, shock therapy explored
I’ve restored this dead movement, neurons through your spinal chord
This horde is gunna be comin and knockin on you’re door
these bars more dangerous than chuck norris with a nokia
You’ll be sleeping on my mic skills as if you sniffed a hell a opium
you obviously lack originality like aubrey drake
adopting his cashphrases from little wayne
thinkin you’re playin cool but in fact you’re an ATARI
the odds of you beating me is hunting seagulls on safari
My flow’s scientific,empirical,like C2H3,
Chemically ether lyrical to bring you to your knees
Cut down the most cerebral MC’s with ease
I’m keepin you alive like dialysis, pumpin 40cc’s
Straight rap formulas you can’t even comprehend
Legendary like Romulus except I’m not pretend
Only thing I could say now is the end.