DISS TO LUCIFA

LUCIFA you a lame fake mind why complain about eight lines
Write hate rhymes, why cry? Don’t have an alibi for being blind
And whack, write hardcore jive this stuff more alive than your dead
Archive, from a misled tribe of nincompoots look bitch your head
Getting smash wetting your trash with a water hose, slaughter foes
Like you homey you the type lonely and home alone with woes
Like Curly Coken got your girly open coo-chee smoking I’ve broken
Your bed she screams, look bitch there’s a shortage of teachers loping
In your classroom dang trash doomed like papers in a waste basket
My vapors taste drastic and will kill your style, like CHASE you plastic
A sad swinger like a bad singer your performance stink, funny
And whack give folks their money back now its time to think dummy
Bitch you crummy like crack heads damn act misled like a lost mummy
you have a sloppy plan it’s like rocky land only accesible
by helicopter, I’ll dismiss your crew rip out their testicles
rhymes like wrinkle pies leaves a twinkle in eyes you couldn’t
sprinkle vibes on microphones with irrigation system I wouldn’t
try battle folks ansd get rattle and choked by SQAW best chill