Scratched Out (Diss to DJ Dady)
i'm a sophomore in high school that happened to try making songs...horray?
Lyrics
u think u the king? i'll take ur throne now,
when we throw down, cuz ur IQ prolly matches ur post count.
your dumb founded, i'll leave this punk pounded,
couldn't spit with a flow if u pressed ur mouth to some fountain,
come down an' - get put in a tomb dude,
dukes rude, plus his verse stinks worse than dirty pum pum, yoo
pussy bitch, i leave ur clitoris open,
cuz any hard line u drop is either bitten or quoted,
ur shit an' u know it, u can't match the god,
matter fact ur soft, and then u got gassed an' all?
whut u thinkin i'm scared of you?
hah, i'll leave ya frozen, needin God for ya pen to move,
and guess its casualty, when u rap with me,
get smashed and beat, in every metaphor, simile, and analogy,
in actuality, battle D, ur dead pops,
it's like a little league team played against the Red Sox,
except lots, worse cuz hip hop? i'm ownin it,
i bet u only scratchin when u got an annoying itch,
the boy is sick, u need 10 takes or more,
cuz ur fuckin nuthin like a shapeless whore, yoo,
u want a finisher black, i'm givin you that,
my last 4 bars beat ur whole 2 minutes of rap,
So i'll take the DJ and Y out ya tag,
I'll take the burner make u get a good bye from ya DAD.
