DISS TO IVIARIO AND M3
DISS TO IVIARIO
Rhymes not harmony like a blind army this wacko can’t
Shoot straight an absolute fake in HIP HOP he just faint
At the mere sight of my skills because he’s just a gay cunt
And stay in front of men wearing false tits wow an RB punk
You a best in disguise and your stupidity increase in size can
At least surprise LICKETY SPLITS by sucking his dick, man
You all a group of faggots that write silly and jealous of me
This dude panic in his post no organic growth in your word G
You don’t wear bling so we don’t share a thing from the HIP HOP
Point of view you couldn’t anoint your whack crew wearing flip flop
Spraying WD40, your flow and style plus profile belong in the waste-
Basket they taste drastic like sour limes took an hour of my time case
Closed you gay go embrace a rose and buy Lickety some condoms you chase
Dreams that don’t come true because you belong to a group faggots that’s
On-site gay and at night pray that they can write like me wear a stupid hat
DISS TO M3
M3 you like a cell in a jail all your stuff spell fail and locked up like
AKON and STYLEZ P they won’t let you out until you get the right
Clout in your rap, this fool dome old because of the stronghold I have
On his brain gonna have to pay bale to prevail plus you have stale vocab
Just crab that crawl on the ground I’ll tear your wall down like a crane
This is a hate attraction and I wait for action yall go ahead and apologize
And swallow that jive rap you do, M3 your dew rag in rude while I’m wise
With magnitude and tattled it’s best you elude this battle before you get
Your finger hurt even Jerry Springer is alert to this trailer park trash no threat
This dude is a disgrace in script and the space on your ship if filled with dud
Verse this scrub thirst to rhyme like me he’s the type that be stalking thugs
You a dyke retard you need right guard take a shower bitch turn the power
By which the water can clean off the stink you a LICKETY soft link never tower
I’m a great stallion while you a fake medallions hung around LICKETY
SPLIT’S neck he’s the faggot sprung over my writing the boy is sickly
Jealous about my skills I’m tickle man get a dill pickle yall faggots tricky
Trying to play off your life style nothing nice or wild about having the flu
A battalion of stupid billy goats writing silly quotes never strong and true
You got rap rust need to adapt and adjust to HIP HOP your screws loose dude
Need to tighten them and stop writing to condemn my skills whack attitude
My rhymes accommodate fact and dominate the whack while you are rude
To use common hate and crack need to back track and grow up and come
Of age stop looking dumb onstage trying rap claiming to be a LICKETY BUM
My statistics are ballistic you couldn’t twist it with a pair of pliers stuff from
The hood, and circumstances remain that advances to your brain try feed some
Sense to this dense no multi-rhyming fool nickel and diming in a school
Flunking every rap class, hell you got expel for kissing LICKITEY fool
Just a whack monkey living in a circus with no given purpose don’t bore
Me you whore who see HIP HOP don’t want you a weakling that no one adore
Look dude LICKETY can’t supply you with skills his sky is fill with trash
Old boy keep pills in his dash just to calm down this clown when have flash
Backs from them ass whooping he suffered battling the magnificent RHYMEBAD
Originally Posted by moose35
