MY UNCLAIMED LOVE FOR DYNAMIC FUNK

DYNAMIC FUNK DISS

 

yall were cool before the crew but to me that seemed like what faggots do/

time to be nick grace in ya face and give yall a bad review/

swallow down beef stew as yall continue stinking up the room/

like used up asshole residue,

back washed with whole team practice shoes/

cause once its done and through all yall gone need to regroup

pull up a phone asking siri google "rap diss how to"/

praying theres no part two but meanwhile bump my amplitude

so i can start with you/ URBAN/

my freestyles off the dome blow up more often than muslim turbans/

respect you get only cause of the dudes on set that you roll with

without them you are weak, and you aint real earned it/

which piss me way the fuck off more than actual urine/

ran your mouth about a mile and look at how youre in now

both feet on the ground, along with ya knees/

cause when DF in the house plenty pussy go around/

and that just how it be/

real talk no THEORY/

and if we talking bout that pussy

he a juicy tootsie nookie rookie/

baby newbie, diaper went poopy

gotta be stupid, drop him off if he irl knew me/

just be glad that you dont kid/

snap ya ass and dome bridge/

thats your whole fucking back incase that ya aint know shit/

too bad with that roastin i real got my ass all in motion/

running down the field yelling "FUCK YOUR FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS"/

maybe yall aint worth it but saying i was aborted

game on fuck DF Dick Fucking promotion/

and thats whats up next chump would probably be KRUST/

burnt ass piece of shit that nobody would like to touch/

and at least im being honest bruh/ ..cause check it..

you wanna talk about our current battle/

that aint shit but if you want beef ill strip the whole cattle/

try to paddle in flow scatter cause for me this is diddle daddle/

piss yourself a pissy puddle, im taking ya nuts along with ya adam apple/

bend ya over, throw on a saddle/

you easy bitch, not hard to handle/

and once im done aint nothing gonna be after.

unless we talking bout the MASTER/ BIG T/

captain of the cheer team and only speak agree

liking every diss against me/

might be ugly but behind the screen

you a chimpanzee crossed with Mr.T/

soaked in bleach and colored back in with knock off sharpie/

and for OSIRIS, KNB, SURVS, and OMINOUS/

a bunch of members that should of remained anonymous/

online conglomerates chasing up only empty promises/

prominence with my dominance more bottomless

than white girls modeling,wanna talk about tumbling

my tongue never be fumbling but i know ROSLAN drops

the ball and puts them back in mumbling/

you dumb funny, no skills no money/

you admit one, me i expose the other leave it bloody/

place exploding when im running game/

when im leaving the building like double o seven my name/

double xp points when im spitting this flame/

but killing you dont count like killing civilians/

but still scoring in the millions

meat section chose your cut, ill cut up your minions/

serve it with a crown but you aint king of beef though/

the inventor of deep throat who gets big D like mottor city of Detroit/

you soft so when i stomp the only reason that my feet hurt/

is from the concrete underneath where your teeth were/

take ya down making the second ground zero

what makes me a hero is that i fly out from atx/

IC and me show up at ya address,

cause fact is you wont heard words

put ya sleep with no mattress/

you wanna hear real madness?

youve never had pussy in ya face and you wanna say thats how i taste?/

ive read your raps slim shady wanna be eminem copy and paste/

warning beat from em so when you press play youll forget what he say/

and remember soon after December, 2015 ericvich dismembered

several members,

magic show turned all yall with the mental of a 10 year old

combined into ashes and embers/

dont worry skeet ill pass ya some pamper/

cause if you think quick i could imagine why liquid

would shoot out ya asshole/

you un bashful rascal

didnt think id be a one man task force/

be careful what you ask for/

you a bitch bet ya first name elizabeth

aint the illest to spit, lower than avrage

youre literally shit, you illiterate bitch/

sit back down and keep warming the bench

 

freestyle shit to finish it off.