Yall in the wild searchin forr wins like this was the ‘Safari-yo’,
My shellz aim forr your dome to knock your block off like ‘Super-Mario’.

Yo ass straight whack yupp tryan battle me…you must be jokin unless ya lyrics are stolen,
Because you know ill have my CAPS LOCKED on to you like my keyboard was broken.

Used to think you was fam but now I get ‘Mixed-Feelinggs’,
But now you should invest in Testosterone pills to ridd of all you ‘Bitch-Feelings’.

Ya Garbage disses loookin forr my attention but ill show ya ‘no-morre love’, (no homo)
I would write a real diss on ya but iont acknowledge ‘homo-thugs’.

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King of Saint Lou