Wake Up (Ke-Ke Diss)

i yield the mighty caliburn, a colt that doesn't cock

I anihalated Arthur then i left his flesh to rot

stock leaking gun powder like saliva when i spit

bars fallin from my jaw, but only so much i could pitch

lips reload ond re -a -vise rhymes and blows out several clips

from friends saying " this is tight" to God enlighting all my hits

i'm a Hip hop warrior, the vintage gladiator

david beckermans and Ts the Atire Sasinator

used to be a fan and read theese rappers poems on paper

till i passed the man i called the "man" i'm way pass raginator

a sword as sharp as corners in the corner for the haters

it glows when skinning bones in bumble gold just like a saber

from defeating Hector, Venom, Ke-Ke, to Nick never losing

when drawing blood in battles usually leave niggas oozing

my actions end up killing its the dada don movement

my actions end up killing got divine and heightened movements

its me myself and I, no one can stop us when we fusion

place rings above the foe my punches put you in confusion

Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again

Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man I'm sick of him

That well spoken token, who ain't been heard

The only white rapper who's allowed to say the N word

Fight me likes it's fight night

I'll beat your ass you dirty scummy looking hermaphrodite

You're bars are pathetic

You obviously don't get it

You write fake stories because you're the most desperate

What the fuck kind of name is Ke-Ke

I know a transvestite and your it, believe me

Like John Cena in the ring, you can't see me

Check mate you can't beat me

Your on your knees sucking me off pleading "please teach me!"

I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track

If your shit wasn’t so whack, I dissed you to your track

And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow

You can't spit bitch so you obviously must swallow