fine how about this (dont tell me 2 fuck off)
My ‘Ol Dirty’ lyrics, ‘ringing bells,’
bustin’ lyrical ‘GRAPES’//
You could call this lyrical beef, but
I’d say it’s lyrical RAPE//
kerzzy boy, you know my shit is
disgustingly-SICK//
Your rhymes are repetitive,
rusty-and-THICK//
I know you ain’t droppin fire, it
must-be-your-CLIQUE//
If I ever bought your album, that shit
would get dusty-real-QUICK//
And I know you wanna beat me, so get
back-into-line//
I’ll run you over doing 88, send you
back-into-time//
Like DOC did to Michael J. FOX, plus
I’ll clap you with GLOCKS//
Fuck slappin’, let’s BOX, put you on the
ground, bash your head in with ROCKS//
Then I’ll boo you off the stage with a
burning-animosity//
Got you running at full speed like
terminal-velocity//
You might quite POSSIBLY be the worst
emcee-alive//
I’ll give you a left hook and a gash,
like Jack Dempsey-wit-knives//
Mr. Publess? a piston? damn your shit is
simplistic//
My rhymes are sadistic, makin’ you a
statistic//
Lyrically confusin’ your brain, this
shit is straight mystic//
My tracks are artistic…my missiles,
ballistic//
Now I’m on the right, so you know you
can’t possibly survive//
This shit is over, you’ll get a two,
I’ll be somewhere near five//