DISS TO CHASE #2


I come with free wording while you be burdened with
Whack rhymes leave cataracts in your spine my skills swift
I do work you just a true jerk why your brew don’t perk
Like coffee? Type softy with no talent why you won’t insert
Flavor in your junk? Just a hardcore punk try ignore this chump
My rhymes burn with stress and turn into flesh you just
A worm no nest why you concerned about breasts? Fuss
Want a perm and a dress my script sick while you wear
Lip stick , you think freaky and drink deeply while uniquely
Wanting to be female so you can be nailed with cock completely
While sweetly wearing make as a fake butt you softer than cotton
Why offer a rotten verse? You at the bottom first class with a hot ton
Whacko rhymes, wanna stay good and say you hood have on
A phony bandana hell you not Tony Montana bitch you not
SCARFACE and a far race from that you itch for a new plot
Like a ship I sail deep but you a failed freak can’t float like
A boat on water, rope round throat and choke some flavor right
Out this dude, you fight first just to bite verse I’ll write a label
On your forehead saying “I’M TWISTED CHASE A DISGRACE
TO RAP” let me arrange your strange retirement from this place
Serve some cookies and milk this rookie in silk too soft and
Crew false