Diss To KING SOLO

King SOLO your bling’s a no go dang sad behavior
Is bad flavor for rap you write major so do us a favor?
Just quit I can’t trust a nit wit say what you want my pager?
I’ll make your fake dome spin best atone for your sins
Got your home alone no friend rhymes gone with the wind
Like Clark Gable my art able to rope your throat and choke
You Adam’s apple, your whack ass facts are trash no hope
You walk with fault and got caught with your pants down
No chance clown for naked fury, best make it to jury renowned
You heard it the verdict is guilty as charged, filthy pink garage
Has no car, on the streets you not cool I treat you as a slop fool
Damn it Hip Hop rule say what you wanna wear flip flops to school?
Now this dun fear its unclear how he will comeback but please
Not dumb and whack if so I’ll go to your home give your slut a squeeze
You a dim dude and can’t improve yourself I’m hardcore stealth
Like B52’s ready to drop hot smart bombs on this fart scum’s health
You best kindle your brains because I’ll spindle your mainframe
Like scotch tape so watch this great lyricist destroy this lame no name
Don’t adore your plan its odd you’re a whore before man and god