DISS TO YOUNG CITY

Hey you flow wrong and wild with a prolong howl like a dog
Like dog sometime you fog dumb minds bark a lot art not hot it clogs
You see clowns why be renowned with no class your flow trash
Like waste baskets and taste drastic like rotten eggs go potash
In your flavor a slop ass behavior stay away from the microphone
Bet you a psycho at home like Norman Bates in a Hotel you gone
Crazy, YOUNG CITY you walk among shitty rappers with no
Witty chapters, I take a complex stance which is an expanse flow
Of Kung-Fu and slung true fists of bold fury and twist a whole jury
Like Bruce Lee done, should be more than seashore just pebbles
And sand your metals and plans not solid scheme don’t steam like kettles
My hand hit keys designed to transmit these rhymes onto Internet
You not a strong true winner yet eat some cheerios your dinner’s wet
Eat a Hungry Man’s meal you’re lonely and revealed as a weak regret
Your art don’t spark like flint even Clark Kent became a super trooper
And stuck dick in that corrupt chick name Lois Lane get the pooper scooper
Your rhymes smell like shit so the hell wit it dawg, the height of my power
Thrill like a tower or hill and you cower at the thrill I’ll make your girl shower
At will get naked and I go and take it, say you bazaar and nice but
You not a hot radar device have no fixed location so your price cut