Di$1

Sorry im late like your bitch with her period

She's pregnant with my kid you think its yours your delirious

It came out white still thought it was yours gee

You're the type to by crying about the shit on Maury

And i don't even want the bitch we got Nothin in common

Why your hair look like burnt top ramen

And you're a gift thats present in this battle i doubt it

Christmas is cancelled by the way you be soundin

Smoke ya like a J you only getting coal

You just another fuckin fruitcake no Dole

I bring the pain and it hurts

My shit stained shirt has more skill than your entire work

Id say retire but first you need a career

I could still kill your ass while drunk off a million beers

You Lack Gangsta Nothin to be ashamed of

Except you wear vests like a bitch Well i aim up

At the head like a lucky penny you can bet

Better pick one up cuz with rap you ain't receiving a check

Have you stop breathin from your chest

Got a gat sound like a thunder roar

Youre way below me hence your name with underscores

And your nose bigger than life itself

Its sad im the one in detox and you need more help

And what the fucks up with that pic

Lookin like you trying to seduce a dude for some dick

I feel like you're new to this shit

Like diapers with the safety pin

Its safe to say you wont win

Ya im an addict but at your age i was rappin dope

If i were you i would lack hope

Go to jail and you stack soap

Just to droppem and get your crack poked

I get it poppin like i cracked open a coke

Or Pepsi makin waves like jet skis

You think you're the hardest here

Lookin like Moses parted your hair

I killed this bitch and never got the electric chair

Because no one gives a fuck if you're here

You're the type people stop and stare/stair

Step back revolver spinnin like the wheel at a fair

I mean this shit isnt fair i smell bitch in the air

You're fuckin dead now and your family don't care