DISS TO MILITANT #2

Your rhymes begin lame because you insane belong in a nut ward
This slut I avoid people blinded by this feeble minded with hemorrhoids
My route divine I put doubt in your spine why you rap clout ascinine?
I’m about to refine your brain your behind too lame heard you flout with crime
Just a crack head with facts dead need to backtrack instead of trying to rhyme
Got soldiers my creed like a fort while you plead for support
Like wrongly accused in court, got problems of all sort
Your true wish got me nervous like a Jewish service can’t
Bless that your mess fat like Rose Anne it can’t paint
A picture your stuff ain’t scripture junk you scribble is tainted
I amuse the greats while you confuse dates with weak lyrics
You lose fate then run around town and abuse with hate your spirit
Is whack, you’re not equip with hot script take a slow ride
Try provide funk you have no pride just junk so go hide
Your rhymes soft like soaked bread you don’t have a dope head
Like cats on coke you’re misled, be lever if you got on a boat and fled
Make my patience grow thin because your flow bend like rubber
Best discover flavor for them tin can rhymes kid they all flubber