Good Fortune (DoomV diss)

this nigga aint Doom hes a Good Fortune

mom so mad cuz that was failed, im talkin' about your abortion

tryna get rid of him, but he took the heat with 99% Adsorption

now hes all fucked up, messed up his Proportion

 

good fortune, the opposite, niggas know he well targeted

but then he rolled out thats a good Proximate

your not any better, talkin' bout heat your wearin' sweater in the summer

you yap alot, talk the talk, 69 must be yo favorite number

talkin' bout wasp a thug like your a under cover cop, now you switched sides now your a gangsta bop

wyd? playin' hop scotch on the block? tryna sound and look cool now thats a jock

overthrown wasp for your on good, took him out with the jab jab right hook

now the tables turned, next its for you, am i understood?

bitch still talkin' must be flamed up, mad cause hes overcooked

i went on a flight to take you down, must of been well booked,

fuckin' crook, you see this foot? its up your ass, light it on fire now thats some gas

nigga rappin' like he wanna clash, if you wanna fight, then come lets scrap

tryna get me to some trap, trust me, you not gangsta, no stripe no gatt no strap

talkin' shit and its all crap, rata tat tap your mom, executing like halmein suddam

im the north, and your south vietnam, im definitely a terrorist cuz my lyrics come wit that bomb

knock you like your second aged napalm, trust me lil bro you have no bong

 

this nigga aint Doom hes a Good Fortune

mom so mad cuz that was failed, im talkin' about your abortion

tryna get rid of him, but he took the heat with 99% Adsorption

now hes all fucked up, messed up his Proportion

 

round 2 is here, writing these raps and rhymes no shakespeare

pulling your strings like im the fuckin' puppeteer

im open firin', call me a musketeer

while your in grief shredding tears, like who cares, bout' your sob?

cause my rhyming cannot be caught, huntin' you down double squad

your the facade, let me plan my plot

fuckin' defacto, we all know you a lack though

lil nigga i dont feel any sorrow, theres no further tomorrow

trust me yo bitch gone' swallow

follow my motto, " kill these bitches that follow " , 2 jabs in 1 song bravo,

i got 50 jabs 1 song, you foe, your gonna throw the game slow,

we all know you not cookin' up that dough, this just a blow, now take teachings on my flow

hoe not ghetoo, put yo ass in a window flame gangy, yo nickname "0 charm frame V"

ima reclaim my spot, tryna proclaim shit, swerve into someone else's lane shit

bitch desperate

 

this nigga aint Doom hes a Good Fortune

mom so mad cuz that was failed, im talkin' about your abortion

tryna get rid of him, but he took the heat with 99% Adsorption

now hes all fucked up, messed up his Proportion