Diss To JACK FROST

I eat with round dish you speak clown ish nouns not crisp
Bounds miss reality junk is renowned fatality with astound twists
Weak don’t flow well like cheap hotels your room service
Even Leaves goons nervous.
JACK FROST you act lost you don’t have goody rhymes more
Like woody vines go and grow out of control need weed killer whore
JACK you like whack cartoons in black saloons, dang cowboy movie
Can’t draw folks rhyme like raw jokes got me laughing like a newbie
Even if you made soup, afraid to scoop your flavor may become
Constipated your scum contaminated like rotten beef don’t want none
TEK put mine in the Hall of Fame yours belong on walls of shame
Say what which one? They all lame, so why battle and call my name?
JACK you’re a pleasant surprise a peasant unwise say
What you’re a prostitute that shoots pheasants from the skies everyday?
JACK your shotgun is not a hot one hell I got a glock son
Shoot blanks, pollute banks, bounce checks not from the block Dun
Even as a carpenter you couldn’t hammer the grammar
To build a ill foundation of lyrical glamour your stamina
Won’t last, you bite my rhymes and still write blind you type
Find wackiness under pillows