Shadowboxing (OATS DISS)
I’m hot as toast, you’re just lukewarm and sloppy though
I eat rappers like you for breakfast. You’re porridge, Oats.
You’re not as cold, just white as how you take your coffee bro
…because you sure ain’t Black. I’ve got it though, you wanna roast.
I log on, post and then bounce, and every one’s constant dope.
I’m the man on fire. You just stop, drop and roll.
Torch you all you knew. You were the second tiers best
but what is oats to the GOAT’s, besides getting G-checked.
You have never been anything but a many year vet
w/ semi-clean record, I carry more bodies than a centipedes legs.
Put our legacies next to each other. You’re perennial runner up
The best of the up and comers …all left ‘cause you fucking sucked.
You’ve never been good for nothing. This irrelevant chump is done
Elevator keep pressing to push my buttons, we get it your numbers up.
Let’s settle this one on one — You’re a lying jerk off
tryna convince MMA heads you’re a real writer? Sherdog.
You type a fair lot, but that’s it. Noone cares for the actual blog
you throw shade and I’m coming out swinging, lets shadow box…
@oats
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