A Diss rap of Sorts
Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 9:51 am
This is what it is, and that… well that, Rap will Flip,
The script thats depicted when I tap my Battle Switch,
I stay burnin, yurnin to learn ur only hot when the Candles Lit,
The manuscript is that of this hits in which you couldnt Handle Bitch,
Im 30-9, and still workin to further my mind, yall Worthy to Rhyme?,
Its hurting ya spine, standin in line to get on stage where ur Surely Behind,
In talents -n- whits, most rappers have there Hidden Advantages,
But you jus keep getting cut up, sittin around in Stitches and Bandages,
Im blessed when im raged, IDK Why yall wanna Step in the Cage,
When yall don't aim led like a can a paint is yuh Weapon to Spray,
Ya structures are weak, so when you step to a heavyweight Im Throwin ya Back Out,
Ill puncture yuh cheek, and rip out yuh tounge till ur left Chokin like StackHouse,
Im the type to laugh out loud ina fashion of the Horrible in Sorts,
Its terrible I know, while yuh mothers cryin im the one Lowerin ya Corpse,
Its beautifully created, the masterpiece I carved leavin yuh Eulogy Belated,
Its truthfully instated, ya life was jaded, face it You were Bullied and Hated,
And ignorant child, an unscorned basterd the reason ya Daddy had Left,
After this diss hit you ya moms gonna be thankin me, Happy ya Dead!!!
The script thats depicted when I tap my Battle Switch,
I stay burnin, yurnin to learn ur only hot when the Candles Lit,
The manuscript is that of this hits in which you couldnt Handle Bitch,
Im 30-9, and still workin to further my mind, yall Worthy to Rhyme?,
Its hurting ya spine, standin in line to get on stage where ur Surely Behind,
In talents -n- whits, most rappers have there Hidden Advantages,
But you jus keep getting cut up, sittin around in Stitches and Bandages,
Im blessed when im raged, IDK Why yall wanna Step in the Cage,
When yall don't aim led like a can a paint is yuh Weapon to Spray,
Ya structures are weak, so when you step to a heavyweight Im Throwin ya Back Out,
Ill puncture yuh cheek, and rip out yuh tounge till ur left Chokin like StackHouse,
Im the type to laugh out loud ina fashion of the Horrible in Sorts,
Its terrible I know, while yuh mothers cryin im the one Lowerin ya Corpse,
Its beautifully created, the masterpiece I carved leavin yuh Eulogy Belated,
Its truthfully instated, ya life was jaded, face it You were Bullied and Hated,
And ignorant child, an unscorned basterd the reason ya Daddy had Left,
After this diss hit you ya moms gonna be thankin me, Happy ya Dead!!!