Diss

You smell like a corpse, one that is rotten to the core,

I’ll rape your moms and stick “deez nuts” in that whore.

Cause you’ll be hanging from a bed post,

School Shooter coerced by the threat posed,

Tonsils decayed from that strep throat.

You have layers of stench, built up like a skyscraper

Fruity bitch touching himself with a vibrator,

that his dad lent him, dressed in black denim

Brain cauterized, and is crack strengthened

You were raised by Klan members, I’ll leave you embarrassed

Fighting him is like Mike Tyson versus Eric Harris

One punch to the mouth will leave this man bleeding,

Time to meet your maker metaphorically speaking.

You’re a skinny boy, I’ll snap you like a twig,

Racist as a motherfucker, in relation to the pigs

Who beat Rodney King,

like a voiceless man who can hardly sing

cocked Berettas in a bag so you guess how many I would bring

You’re a cracker that’s as white as vanilla ice cream,

Instead of fixing your vision, you should’ve fixed your hygiene.