Diss To Wicked One

WICKED ONE you can’t trick it dun need a ticket son
Or you can’t enter the game you not a winner of fame dumb
Ass, look fool like a footstool you low classed as a lame bum
Name some rappers in your scum chapters you need correction
Proceed with affection Hip Hop don’t love you make connection
With hot reality and stop the fatality of writing them poor verses
More hearses on the way for pick up of your dead phrases and curses //
Your slop not critical and plot is political and folks don’t vote for clowns
Quotes and nouns seem to floats around like loose ships or boats unbound
So from hip hop do a separation your slip knot reputation not high or tall
This guy is all mouth, just bitching and afraid man you a kitchen maid
Twitching in parades of wackiness while I blow up switching grenades
Got a fence renowned making intense sound but your stressed ass can’t trespass
Cops will arrest fast in handcuffs your plan get scuffed like unpolished shoes
Abolish crews like your team with the type scheme Shakespeare would approve
So somehow I adore you Walter so now bow before my altar when your well
Get low you can’t wet your flow so you in a draught for words so hell
You on route with nerds, bold no fear because I hold dear my skills