DISS TO THE KRUCIAL IMPACT SITE

Yo I’m able to rhyme and stable some minds while yall
Live in stables and drink wine just a bunch of drunks in stalls
Rather hear horses yelling strong than hear yall voices smelling
Up microphone, just a phony pony no saddle can’t flow or battle
I’m like RAMBO got AMMO but your fucks don’t, couldn’t rattle
Boats with a seea fill with rhyme, yall clowns would drown
In your own shit just a bunch of unknown misfits with whack frown
On your face, in rap you hunt fake treasures no great pleasures in that
I’ll abuse you fate you fat fucks couldn’t lose weight with key stats
From BODIES by JAKE bitches party with steak on their plates
In rap you’re freak distaste don’t wanna meet you face to face just hate
So you lust for bait, just a bunch of wrong trouts on long routes to failure
I see disgraced junk somebody should replace these punks and paraphanalia
Look I bring flavor wearing bling major but these things behavior
Won’t let theme read knowledge they proceed with garbage and pagers
Beeping, freaking out on phone calls from whackness the dumb need
Practice, your verses sticky like cactus moderater is role model with numb creed
Just some sad whack clown with bad backgrounds like bank robbers
Even jessy james would call yall messy and lame bunch of verse clobbers
And Dodgers of the TRUTH