DISS TO LICKETY SPLIT96 AND KIDSINISTER (FUCK YALL)
Don’t know what slop you licking but your clock ain’t
Ticking can’t tell time and I smell your rhymes you can’t
Paint a picture with them, your brush is crushed dun
No bold stamina you like an old camera you flow whack
Will never work for Kodak have to avoid Polaroid can’t attack
Or write butter flows because your shutters close and your films
Are dim your art doomed in the dark room this giraffe can’t stem
Or develop lack exposure can’t take a snap shot because your
Rap not hot you crap a lot in your own verse the worse bore
On site no strong writes in your head why you always in my posts whore
Your flows are ghost because your nose in my posts so stop
You snitch ass bitch why you itch for attention? Hell I’ll mop
The floor with your weak rhymes just a freak with no mind
Lips flap and your scripts trapped in the twilight zone all the time
Like a farmer I’m on the ranch with these and the branch of your
Trees don’t grow and your leaves go fall on the ground not hardcore
You all clown an RB’S trash can, fan base weak can’t stand on
Your own two feet you a true freak in HIP HOP a can of provolone
Why you eat cheese to MODERATORS you an odd hater in Toyota chromed
In whackness a recall with a brake problem, can’t stop snitching and bitching
Need to observe my words just a nerd who think he’s good out there switching
Lanes like the good, bad and ugly starring Clint Eastwood got your girl stitching
Up wholes in your head from getting hit with legit shit now she work in my kitchen
You’re whack act and I’ll rip your crew all you can do is grip and chew you have
And appetite to bite my verses only I strongly recommend that you and your crew grab
A plate ate the Golden Coral yall bitches hungry and lonely for my verses try some steak
And LICKETY SPLIT ate a whole plate and heart still hold hate he’s a grown fake
That should be thrown in a lake; this sissy thief wear draws got teeth and jaws like
A shark and bite my art even if I dynamite this fart he couldn’t blow up got no type
Of HIP HOP in his bloodstream just a scrub mean with a suck ass attitude dude
DISS TO KIDSINISTER
If you do that whack dance on the street you won’t get a chance
To speak get jacked for your money for rapping whack can’t advance
In HIP HOP and funny can’t communicate or express I’ll devastate
Your chest like pneumonia your crew not from California look Drake
And Doctor Dre would spit in your face, look you utter loud but can’t
Butter a crowd with good rhymes don’t have a hood mind you don’t paint
The right stuff and therefore you booed off stage and another false page
Is turned, look you live in corruption and can’t give instructions or behave
As an adult therefore the results is a childish scheme in your wildest dream
Couldn’t make it as a rapper a bunch of your fake chapters are falling
And you can’t get up, your head is gone you in a dead zone better start calling
Verizon, just a kid sinister, no directions bitch need protection you not balling
Originally Posted by SATANS SON
