Diss To In-vision

Damn shame to campaign for a whack verse, somehow
You like a dumb cow graze on the wrong kind of chow
In rap you critical and wild like a political exile you off
From home, dome soft not strong, why think your style is boss?
Your hopes boil and soaked in oil look you have a greasy flow
Sleazy hoe, I write English be tight and distinguish its easy yo
wears a medallion that gleam a stallion and mean like an Italian cuisine
You not ready for this hot spaghetti it’ll choke your throat make you scream
But my sauce is boss like meatballs so eat all you can eat like a buffet
You in a blind zone while my rhymes solid like limestone got stuff to say
Got polished fames but I’ll abolish your brain you write imitation
Material but this right here is demonstration of lyrical domination
This is vicious son you can ask MALICIOUS dun you best run
Away feel me?