Dissation

aight, Dissing.

This ones just for myself.

Get ready cuz here' I come

Rusty tho.

Here's something I like to call a homemade fucking remedy.

Rhyming on this mic, Leave your head blown of like Kennedy.

Bitch you ain't going to be endin' me, You ever look where hell be

sendin' me?

 

I'm a beast on the mic, Flames empowered leaving the opposition

devoured. Droppin' bombs that'll leave you gone like the damn twin

towers.

 

You're trying to diss me but you ain't able too, Completely missing me.

I'll spit straight blue fire with a knack for simplicity.

Bar's going so hard you can taste the acidity.

Bitch, sometimes you gotta' understand where you're pitting me.

 

Down goes another bar, Bitch you blown like Hiroshima.

No remains left, Nobody's gonna see ya'

Burnt to a pulp. Nobody gonna wanna even be' ya.

 

You think you've seen beast mode? Bitch you ain't even seen it.

I'm not like normal rappers, Actual skill make me don't have to say penis.

 

Oh shit, He mentioned genitalia.

Bitch don't focus on that. I'm tailin' ya.

What's the years of school doing? Is your brain failing ya?

 

Bitch, I'm not taking it to far.

My on slay is why the decay is

I say that my names Dante

Leaving it ingrained like my words were Pompei.