Diss To KILL'UMNEE
 

Diss To KILL'UMNEE

Got your brain smoking and your house door remain open
Got your dame joking around in bed you just a clown misled hoping
To rap someday, what is this crap about gunplay you’ll shoot
Your toe just a prostitute or hoe trying to show out and be cute
You a soft fake butt in makeup homey plus you’re the only lonely brute
In the game I’ll puke flames in your brains like dragons best call Merlin
Because my art as sharp as a knife bitch you need Excalibur to be hurling
Blows at me, like a tall bright thug I soar like an all-night drug store
While you fall hardcore on the floor, meet dames tight at clubs galore
But you have to fight just to love a whore girls say scrubs are a bore
I shower in stress plus have power of the press drink red wines
Put you in stink headline I have smooth vapor for the divine
Newspaper got a rhyme Encyclopedia for the ascinine news media but
your lyrics not proper or wise you only authorized in the cartoons cuts
dang art bent bogish not even Clark Kent or Lois can publish your
rubbish homey, you naot a superman or a Michael Cooper fan whore
get too many wet lay ups with girl you can’t defend her end of the court
I pave streets while you crave for beat just a slave and freak for Hip Hop
You’ll go to the grave real weak if I grip my glock look kid you slip a lot
You neighter legit or clever so just knit a sweater be a housewife and stop
This Hip Hop fettish dude