Beyonder Diss

This girl thinks she's a superstar,

never won so ya blame the alcohol and the blunt cigars,

blame what you want you'll still end up in the back seat of my car,

thinking its an advantage being called off, Imma let you starve,

cuz ya hungry for dissings, put ya money on that written,

cuz i can't see any disses of ya spitting hitting so quit wishing.

I use fires to my advantage so you should watch ya flame flow,

your misusing lines tramp, your a bit short, that's why I aim low.

People say I'm falling off, so I tell 'em go on 'n raise the bar,

then i stomp on screaming last call flipping all yal standing ontop the bar,

so next time ya thinking of schooling for some rep boosting,

remember in case ya lose ya cool when ya realize it had no use then,

cuz this emcee came and took it 'n used it as his stepping stool,

while you fools sunk to the bottom like mildew and i floated like sea doo.