Open Mic:
Im only hearing No, still waiting for the answer Yes
Waitin on the day you appear in my room n undress
Adress this issue... Im sick of crying in a tissue
Sick of stayin' up all night tellin' myself I miss you
I try to diss you, writin raps to get you off my mind
But somehow you seem to appear in every other line
Must be a sign, what the hell is god tryna tell me
That she loves me, Nah "I hate you" is what she tells me
Puts a magic spell on me, but she doesnt even try
Sick of askin' why, sick of havin' to resort back to ry
Sick of sayin' Im sick of you in every fuckin' line
Sick of you playin' headgames every fuckin' time
Sick of you actin' like a slut when ya walk in a club
Sick of all this crazy talk bout me havin' to quit drugs
I'd rather spit slugs send about three to her head
Inmature bitch surprised she dont pee in her bed


Diss Rap:
Your rhyme scheme im breakin' you seem like a Jafakin'
Buck's makin' whack open mic's talented like Clay Aiken
You used to wake n bake when you was called the Dopeman
But then you dropped the soap man now you got no hope man
Dressin' like a bitch, addin a period becuz your always PMS'n
Now you do bitchin sessions, yourself is all that you impressin'
So Im guessin' small minds like you like postin' whack as fuck
Give your name back to buck, cuz this young kids makin em suck
You like to collab in open mics, I'll stab this doped up dyke
Hopin' the other guys got skill, so its looks like you can write
Leave this site, your not wanted... your screams are taunted
After I win this Buck, your dreams are going to be haunted

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T-Dot
Reppin' Canada


Havnt lost a real battle yet!