Diss For PrimeLyricus.

They call me god I think that's correct, my life is pampered while your a

reject.

Trynna roast me sorry I'm already on fire, spitting out desire gonna make you

retire.

Sick beats time for me to shine, you are declined, let me remind, I'm one of

a kind.

My rap skills on par, while your's is way too far, how about you drop some

bars, kicking you all the way to Mars.

They call me a one-shot miracle, cause I am mythical, turn you hysterical,

my raps are fire with lyrical, my raps are magical, full out special.

Are you even there? or are you still in a state of coma, my raps bring the

scent call it an aroma.

You're a rejection, I don't need clarification, you need corrections, your the

kind that votes Donald trump for elections, just to get a reaction.

I go with the flow while the beat is not slow, my skills will show and my bars

will glow.

You will bow down to the goddess of rapping, tapping, look at the audience

clappin'.

You a clapper? , while you just got clapped, not gonna roast you hard or you

might get a Heart-Attack.

Need more facts? let me give you some, no one can beat me, there's something

in between your teeth is that gum, boy I will shoot you with a gun.

Your so weak I just swerved your disses, bout' to come back and steal your

Mrs. , hit it at her and leave with some kisses.