Typeo Diss

[complexity]

its a new physical year, and i'll kill any individual here...
i bring the reign like a ritual cheer, with my mystical spear..
enlisting mythical fear, actually keep the pistol near...
i'll take ya bling lets keep that crystal clear...
rob ya brain, with a simple sphere...
cover your eyes n ears, i'm the pioneer...
typeo stays in here, with his spying gear...
like 'tori-spelling' living on a dieng career...
this is the last round, and i'm supplying the beer...
and when viral calls you a fag he's implying ya queer...
not drying ya rear, now he's crying in tears...
stop denying, drop the lieng, ur not hot, and i am..
ur just the internets dustin diamond...
with different timing, and worst rhyming...
ok i spit the verse, and got the first line in....
now its time for the hearst, and resigning...