DISS TO JACK FROST

I have great esteem while you have a snake theme with no
Damn action need to talk to Samuel L Jackson because this bozo
Got SNAKES ON A PLANE, and all your skills are loco
Like a psych ward, let this prick get a stick and he still can’t
Beat me end up a freak can’t see boy I’ll take your eyes and
Make pies and feed them to nerd pigs your words not big man
In HIP HOP should humble down before I crumble your crown
With this lyrical crane you’ll need a miracle in the brain renowned
To compete with this you just street piss got a sweet twist in your
Faggot outfit no doubt you’ll hit a cock on a blow by you not hardcore
I’ll use my foot in this battle to put and end to your babble like wind
I’ll rattle your leaves make them fall down and crawl on the ground when
Will this clown learn? Best enter school you’ll never be a winner fool
Eat dinner and be cool and sit your misfit tender ass on a stool
And take a complex look at some textbooks you don’t want a duel
With me, speaking of ugly your face a bizarre you don’t have space for
These lyrical script even if you eat miracle whip you couldn’t blaze
The mayonnaise just phase II I’ll shave you with a dull razor and amaze
your whack skull with a lazer so now you bald headed and weird without
a beard dude, even Ebernezer Scrooge will tell this dumb scrub humbug no doubt
and oh yeah you whack and lost and what the fuck is a Jack Frost you not
bold or clever what’s wit the cold weather? If you sit on stove couldn’t hot
Ain’t no damn snow in your flow and your bling ice ain’tg even nice you slop