Quick Diss To YUNG TAE

YUNG TAE you soft and cradle perfume this is your fatal doom
Just a cartoon a scrub funny like bugs bunny what’s up doc? You’ll soon
Be buried in the confines of the earth your rhyme the worse
YUNG TAE you a silly jerk no ability to work your ass thirst
Like an old horse without saddle no voice to battle strong
Can’t saddle microphones I’ll paddle your dome home
Like a canoe, your quotes don’t float they sink in stink
Like a stressed titanic best you panic and run away think
I got my gun today