Mythodical diss track
• Written by WackoSwami
WackoSwami's Notes
Local beef diss rap
mythodical on the track? dont make me laugh
maybe if you talking bout cross country laps
otherwise i advise that you drop this shit
you'll never get famous reading mitch's script
nobody wondering how a kid like you got by
you talk about drugs but youve never been high
you look like a caucasian version of elmo
cant see you in the halls cause you come up to my elbow
oh, and you already know i got that monster flow
and i dont think you know but i boned your hoe
kick you out the picture like taekwando
mister big shot? more like mister lil shit
im lyrically devouring you like a sandwich
you put our city on the map? nigga are you serious?
do you even know what a map is, you motherfucking idiot?
yeah you slimy, thirsty, nasty, got herpes
sucking up to these bitches like they a slurpee
the glizzies on deck and blizzies always lit
you want a bite of the pie
but you cant get a piece of shit
we in the second round now homie keep ya head up
let's play some pong homie ill show you a death cup
shut up or get shot up, yung Slav on that come up
yo bitch knock on my door when she wanna get fillt up
send her home after i spillt a nut
my rhymes massive like Brazilian butts
then i let rain a million slugs
fuck with me, i got a million thugs
get lost in puddle of blood
fuck around get smoked like a royal
youre a phony; snake oil
light up your street like a coil
now i dont know as much as some, thats true
but i grew up in the struggle, beef stew
so i can't stand fake rappers like you
you dont even know half the shit i was put through
but i pulled through, turned nothing to something
youre just becoming something disgusting
its like cookies, you say that youre chocolate chip
but i scoped your style, its raisins in that bitch
nah, i aint tripping tho, straight spittin yo,
it aint paper written no, chopper grippin (Oh no)
meanwhile youre lane switchin, story stichin
slippin, leave you cane in hand straight limpin
bars cut deep like a surgical incision
bag flippin, lick hittin, slick dippin
double cup fulla lean sippin
but ima back off, stop spittin
before turpin tells me its my fault youre quittin
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WackoSwami
Member since January 12 2015