DISS TO DEATHBLOW

My quotes peek and like boats leak let water into my rap
With a menu trapped with wet rhymes the wind blew like crap
Got troops with spam blockers and like a group of damn doctors
My fly posts seem to diagnose medical disorders you have no pride
While I provide rhymes, you wanna see peace while I release cyanide
Burning your brains, turning you lame like Dr Jekyl and mr Hyde
I’ve anointed minds at appointed times now I’ve unjointed your spine
Flow friction from my position while you write fiction like cartoons
This scrub is a Bugs Bunny funny pictures, dummy scriptures in bar rooms
You tremble and trapped when you see anything that resemble my raps
An absolute waste best pack your suitcase and runn out of town or I’ll slap
This clown while he piss on the ground make your girl reminisce in a gown