Kactis bi***. I mean Diss.
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U tryna master a style of rappin' dat ain't yours to touch
U From NY? Sound like u high on Jersey Dutch.
This terd ain't much, I'll send him packin'
Him and his imaginary macs, u can't attack wit automatic action.
I can as I decimate and slaughter.
Fall back, cuz if I punch u, u tha only cat on tha site who'll break his water.
U could build a fortress, and I could attack wit figments.
U wouldn't stand a chance. Nigga? U can't even match my pigment.
I'ma simply outclass this heathen, u can't face my reverance.
My flow alone is enuf to void yo racial epithets.
Now dat "nigga" is gone from yo style, tell me wuts left of it?
I immasculated yo voice. Now u forced to be celibate.
U quick to catch e-feelings, I wonder if u've ever been
A woman b4, cuz yo posts are filled wit estrogen.
So I thought u'd like this track, addin' insult to injury
U mean enuf to me to diss u on an R&B beat...
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