*gunfire*
looks like you lost your legacy son
but to insinuate that you had one is a fallacy, done
i just got your buns out of the oven
burned them like auchwitz with your poor rhyme and wit
lick, your wounds for another beating's coming
gonna make you feel like a dime in a dozen-sticks of mills
you're useless to me, you're not even a factor if you can't touch a dollar bills
you can't make a presidental teleprompter lector, you lack, slacker
when i'm making fat stacks from my raps while i'm touching your mom's rack, im yo' master
it's a fact of life we're all dyin'
so stop trying to get rich because you'll all lose, delusional and lyin'
homicide was the case that they gave me, y'dead like post-'95 eazy-e
probably from a .45 acp, because you're playing basketball with a homie's EBT
but you bounce balls better than checks, you have that sissy pissy dribble wibble
you can't make a prison showerhouse a broth el, for you ass be eaten like kittynibble
blackenese is the bees knees, so get on yours and praise the OG!
without you, gonna have to make a new paradigm
when these rhymes make your dck shrivel like a stack of dimes
you're like a french mime without the baguette, i gotta say
all you've done was copy me from day one, fa[g]uette, don't be gray
even a diabetic like legoseed has a better legacy
and while i kicked your ass from hyporhymecemia into type 2,
check your HIV tests before trynna diss the king of them all, you
as i'm positive about both of them, i'm nostradamus, son
i'll just leave the mic here, i'm done |