Step to this

Think i was stiff and rotten dissed and forgotten

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Damn it's a trip how you can slip while you bite a chip

Bitch take a dip before I equip with a clip

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

So don't brag and just surrender and wave the white flag

You fall asleep a sleep so deep you're just counting sheep

My bens stops with a beep make some friends but not with the cops

Hit them when I get gems with the venom in my rhythm

Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake

Easy as cake you are fake and hissing like a snake

But dissing really crap rhymes when you're pissing on rap

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

You need to rap to perfection but go to the next section

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

And compared to real rappers you ain't even shit

My attitude is shitty I show city joy

Cos at my altitude I'm not a shitty boy

I'm a gang man let's play hang man cos your raps

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

Come clean gangstas are mean I got many dreams

But I have the nerve to serve a teen to get my cream

You're raps are under arrest for being crap are you stressed

You can't test my best get you're rhymes to progress

Because congress need to access your last mess

Before they claim your last game when the fast came

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

And make it rain bad before you're main sad rap

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Shine on the weak every week that's what I do

So rhyme a good line or it might even be you

I'll time it I lyrically fight you you're mine

I'm treated empirically even if I bite you

Despite you and all the crap you've done you ain't number one

I'm looking for a battle you're tempo's a rattle

My raps are the best from Miami to Seattle

I'm you're boss like Spock I toss you like a jock

Many overrated rhymes to mock where should I start

Lonely road was you two apart I don't think you're smart

You write about love and you think you above all of

The other rappers and that you a dove crappers

On my shirt now I gotta do work to remove dirt

Who do I gotta murk I dissed 2 rappers already

Now be ready cos you're the third it ain't absurd

Now I gotta explain to Toby Blain you're insane

How could you think if everyone is fake they can make

It big in life and have a wife it's a mistake

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

Made out of a goo snake that's a fact where's you're last act

A lot of rappers are underrated but the crapper

Some how made it cos they sprayed it on walls the last calls

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

My rhymes are impossible to beat and are plausible

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Cut some slack leave the gun rack this is a fun track

And I'll come back when the war begins to release sins

So fuck Phoma, Tobylain, John five pain to survive

Connive when your rep you have to reminisce

So your rep is crap if you diss so rest in piss

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

I drop bombs like a nazi pilot it's kamikaze now

Ask how I disallow your pow pow cos you gotta bow

To me and as a banshee you better hear you see

You disappear reading this a letter agree!