Diss To John Dough
 

DISS TO JOHN DOUGH

JOHN DOUGH even if Einstein help you rhyme still
Couldn’t rap wise or baptized a cricket your mind not ill
No atomics in your Ebonics couldn’t blow up if it was dropped
On Hiroshima, your bandana is a banner of whackness you slop
Your whack ass ain’t Hanna Montana you need practice son
Just a phony sinner while I have ceremony dinner you a bum
I entertain JOHN DOUGH you not a winner just lame why
This guy suck my dick? Just a concerned clown love to lie
That was turned down after a try in Hip Hop you can’t rhyme
This guy’s a fool no doubt, high school drop out bottomline
This rotten behind try bring me down, this jive billy goat
Write five silly quotes a year whack bitch never have hope
JOHN DOUGH you a wicked faker and a ticket taker to
Whack shows for a fact I know in L.A. you not a laker true
Try write but your skylight is out change the bulb you dang
Strange scrub tried to rearrange the club this boy can’t sang
Or rap, I’m cool and legit with a rap tool kit but you sit on
The stool and shit lies how can you win a last one standing
Battle when your lame name is Howard the coward demanding
Respect, you have no crew or team all your rhymes are routine
No set sequence yet I’m convinced his jalopy is a blue machine
Five verses a year can’t win last man standing battles you clown
Fear down town a brisk chance he’ll piss in his pants so no crown
For this boy right here