DISS TO ATTICUS THE WORSE MODERATER

ATTICUS I shoot hoop but you a dang fruit loop you can’t
Rhyme or taint minds can’t even paint lines you ain’t
A rapper, I invent things while you buy bent bling
Should rent wings and fly away, all you do is cling
To dreams that should be nightmares on ELM STREET
Got a sweaty computer I’ve become a Freddy Crueger freak
Appearing in your dream and shearing your spleen so unique
You a soft slut I despise and what your bra cup size punk?
You doom wearing perfume and make up a fake butt chump
Got deft stats with pride but you self satisfied having a crummy mind
With dummy rhymes no money to dine at Apple Bees tummy realigned
With strychnine, even worse this verse is intended to arouse your dame
Leave flames in your house and brain after this slaughter you’ll be renamed
Your whack ass can’t float you sink and your quotes are stink like dodo
In rap whack creatures are the worse features on earth I’ll slew your crew
Even King kong would play ping pong with your spine no one adore you
Your field of knowledge is revealed as garbage and culture is a renowned
Situation but your structure has no foundation bricks sick and fall down
Dude you a small clown in a circus with no purpose keep you all astounded
Follow my instructions don’t swallow the corruption you could get a headache
As a misled ape with your monkey ass and a funky past will make a bed shake