DISS TO TROOP

TROOP your rhyme affair lame like a bad airplane you
Can’t take off you fake and soft like sponge cake I’ll slew
You like Cain done Abel rhymes are plain and unstable no class
Need change for a dollar while I rearrange your collar fast
Pollute your scheme and trends like disputes between friends
Nobody wins this settlement, eat fruit drink Jim Beam and gins
TROOP you a slut loco need a true cup of coco I really suggest
You call Nestles Quick because my mess is sick, your style get molest
Your beckoning gestures is wrecking textures like a bad hair do
You write false and you like white sauce don’t spread on bread true
Somebody misled you like General Custer at Little Big Horn
You getting slaughtered need a rope to secure your quotes scorned
Even with pure soap you couldn’t clean that trash you write no adorn
In that, you soft with pudding feet no wooden cleat so how can you run
Dunn? You’ll fall on your face all a disgrace to Hip Hop just a bum