diss track

Dude you can or you die couse you end up like the lost and career's died you can't try my and win couse your every spogebob better he was more rap skill than you always lose oh well another loss i feel sorry for mysSo I guess you want me to me pleasant like Marry Poppins

No severing limbs and chopping off body parts dropping

Them off of a fairy crossing the Hudson

I bet its no cursing because you aint a thugs son

But one of a Pastor churching you on manners

well I'm still going bananners like Bananas in Pajamas

You got no Jam plus cant jam us up on those phoney rhymes you hand us

Understand us? No, neither no I drinking co-co in cabanas

While I got a Carrabin coconut to stroke my, WHAT in Havana

Am I doing wasting rhymes spewing these weak mutinies

Mutants who refusing to go mute so you can swallow my puke

A nuke is what I feel like right now, but unable to cut lose

So whats the use of having to chose weather you abuse

The rules and cuss your brains out in this insane bout

But I know you aint ever got brains from a dame another mans pain his spouse

Right in his own house, (squeak squeak), what was that? oh, Mickey Mouse

Im sickly Clouse I run out in your grandmothers blouse

Cover in delousing powder burning you out while I got you strapped to the couch

All your mother can say is ouch while I bend her over her spouse

Wondering what to do and where to go next

You know text but I bet I can out flow you with Tech

9 milometer Berrett wrecking you chest up to your neck

Slaughter your set I ='d say Ill rape you but your probably the same age as my daughter

Hot water is what I've treaded in my whole life thank God I'm a golfer

The course is my paper and the club is my pen

You better toughen up if you wanna battle a thug in the Pen

I'm a bull with a full sack while you pull at empty drawers Sammy Koufax

Will make you go back to the batters cage with salami baloney

In layman's terms your the cattle turned to a stromboni

Come here my little crony rap juggernaut , NOT, you a phoneyelf