DISS TO YUNG WIZ

You strange in America need a change of character your
Purpose is to hound and be a circus clown dang brain sore
Your girl has a hairpin while you have a pair of fins just
Some punk fishes, critical fate in a political state of rust
Damn shame how you can’t campaign like candidates
Just a failed nerd G, dang jailbird trustee with a plan fake
You can’t feast with wine you write deceased rhyme so wait
Call the funeral home, this bitch stats are dead lets tilt the hats
on our heads, shit not literary its an obituary and saturated fats
a bunch of calories and allergies so muh fucker sneeze please
your whack shit clutter skies like butterflies and fog leaves on trees
even with a fishing fleet you couldn’t be pissing deep in oceans
just a freak with emotion say what you want unique potions
of rhyme magic? Bitch you a blind tragic use some lotions
on your ashy hands you’re a trashy man so face these explosions
while I dynamite your mainframe, can’t rhyme right just a plain James
even with a feeling of wonder you can’t be dealing with this thunder
lightening with strike you and your dyke mom too leave both in blunder
this stuff perfect like a circuit got electricity and publicity dawg
even holding this fuse you’ll be misuse when I drop this shock
on your block you write clout but your lights going out will stop
your slop, my style soar like a wild boar bitch just a pig in a wig
having a bad hair day