Who Wants To Diss?

Im the most immaculate lines is accurate

Bastard with passion in mastering

This rappin shit and you know im packin in

More rhymes than laughin in the castin in

A sitcom, emcees in shatterin as i spit bombs

Rapid, rabid, rapping hes pissed, hes got a list

Of rappers moms he kissed, finds harmony and bliss

From monster symphonies that he shits

The best since wallaby chris

His sentences dark as abyss

Pardon the french, parked his car on your whip

Cartons of thick, juicy bars that he ripped

Parties are flipped, upside down bacardi he sips

Girls naked smells like sardines and fish

Cries as he reloads hates parting with clips

Like a mon with her sons childhoods discs

 

My classicness

Will bash your shit

With wild tactics

Ripped by the fashionless //

 

My voice flows in frequencies that shatter rock

Lived my life in delinquency for battered cops

An adolescent who beats emcees in tattered socks

And holds gallons of propane in voice box

Avoid thought, keep sucking on your boys cock

With void thoughts, steroids not what keeps his flow strong

Cant keep up with the bad to the bone swig some patron

try to drive home to go and hone

Your skills through the mic youre not up to the likes

Of the mc who likes to throw dick to dykes

Misfit in the night who didnt hesitate to light

Up the grass in your lawn, minds

As chemically imbalanced as acid hes on, finds

Pleasure in blood and guts, doesnt give a motherfuck

If you like his shit, the beats spinal is ripped

And still with it, the skull attached to it

Reminiscent of times that sub zero attacks the shit

No mercy not even for those i go rappin with