bumbaclat

you talk about letting the gats pop like a bad spot, about letting the bullets fly but really your just full of lies, on the mic i bully guys,

your a weak teenager who's never seen green paper and pretend to be someone like an ID faker,

Iv been greater, still i keep it low key but the fires been major, you've never struggled on the streets i was running from police I had to hustle for the cheese no help from governments i need,

your still a young boy infatuated with the rappers and the tracks there laying, my foundations found nations when my raps are playing,

but this is just for practise damn not a drastic plan I snap back on rap pad like an elastic band,

haha imagine me losing to a fantasist talking bout straps and shit in his dreams shooting,

if you told anyone those rhymes in real life you'd seem stupid, it might seem ruthless but im cannibalistic with my characteristics and you've been toothless,

you'll need to keep improving, eventually you'll regret the beef when you keep losing,

be careful im Beowulf to three werewolves any MC who dares to beef me gets eaten easy your all my keen students,

alright enough of the lyrical shit....

your mom gave me sloppy toppy....it was a scene it was a SHOWSTOPPER

she was dribbling on my 2 balls like the, Harlem, GLOBETROTTERS

you wanted to challenge a champion, yh ill savage you while my foes watching,

i got you so bothered but when it comes record deals you'd be getting NO OFFERS,

I mean i guess you could try go independent, take a chance and swing the pendent,

but your just a kid an emblem who cant come first so you envision second, after the diss had ended you'll just be another kid ive mentioned tryna get big for some lit attention,

I'll bury your corpse then dig you up to resurrect your spirit just to exorcise my lyrics and the rap pad community can truly see that your dead and there the witness,

I could of been way more personal, but this damage to your confidence isnt reversible, so i didnt want you to die from suicide,

Who am i? well, thats for me to know and you never to find out, you felt good when you wrote your battle rap now the adrenalin's died down,

i could knock you out with my hands tied down, lie down thats my advice im going light for you but this is lights out,

 

What? Did you think it was goodbye now?, Nah!

Your a fake lyrical rapper talking with metaphors and punchlines,

All these fake criminal gangsters talking bout selling raw and gun crime,

B grade typical actors but when the scene change there tongue tied, just a cliche full of dumb lines,

Ill release rage at this young guy, heart beat fades and the punk died,

 

Alright ill quit with the technical shit ill make you a receptacle for the weapon when im tensing the grip,

You moan like a bitch playing tennis, i build with the bricks like tetris, i go for the swish like stephen, finnese with the kicks like beckam,

Haha so many easy references i could tell him which ones should i mention,

Hes a bellend ima legend, i survived the system boy you'd die in prison,

Inmates would dictate this kids day make him wear a wig then smear his lips with maybeline then MAKE him eat and ask how that dick tastes,

 

So....tell me how my dick taste?