Rust Diss 2

You act tough but would you be like this close up and personal

Bitch you get more dick then a urinal you say you held back

That's whack matter of fact when we interact you'll get smacked the whole world will here the impact

You started this so let's go amigo you don't think I'll rip out your vocal cords with two swords

Even though you can't sing two chords consider this war

I'm busting through your door "get your ass on the floor"

I take you for a hostage plus four more you know you won that battle by begging

People to vote for you and don't even say it isn't true

Sit your ass down I'm taking you back to school

I'm blowing up flowing your stumped while I'm still growing

I'm serially lyrically and you better be hearing me Im not saying it again

I'll murder you then murder your next of kin

And yeah I did pick an instrumental from Eminem

I can kinda relate with him but I don't gotta explain

Why I am in this game or my past pain just know your gonna be slain

I know your weak you gotta use everything I speak against me

You know I get more props so that's a topic you can drop

You don't belong so go long go back to your bad life spending all day on a bong

When I'm on the streets with these beats I'm gonna take a seat cause I'm ready to eat

Your punchlines and grind my teeth around em and spit it back

Twice as fast with a better flow your hesitate so dont pretend you can't comprehend

The words I bend into perfection I'm bigger than the hulks erection

You say I'm a pervert I guess your right I'll rap how your girl is tight

Until tonight when I shove a whole night light and a bottle of Sprite a kite

A plane ready to take flight and a crane from a construction site up her petite ass

Sucking me off while I'm driving cause a car crash I guess we both smashed

Don't think me a pervert just a twisted wicked humor that gets messy especially when I spit it

Flames so hot it makes your bars look like liquid

Have you screaming like a singing Steven Tyler but I'm cooking at you like a Rottweiler

Off the leash tires screech as I pull up with a fucking Glock cocked it shot once tires shot rocks

At the top of your deformed head in other words your brain dead

This is the thirty second line and I still got a rhyme to end your ass

I'm gold your brass messing with me is like a shark vs a bass

And this rap is over at last