Oh no shit, I’m hit, I better dip
Oh fuck it wait, they’re little kids they ain’t no higher than my hip
Was pretty obvious from how many gay jokes they tried to flip
And how they just threw words together for the sake of rhyming it
It’s time to get, this over with, I’ll say my bit, then this is this
Our flows are sick, and when we spit, he’ll be wishing that this was his
Can’t even get, overly pissed, about this shitty little diss
Don’t even know these kids but sure I’d have more than two things on my list
To come at them about, but don’t know why I even would
But by the looks of things I’d have to guess that really neither could
Come at us properly, ‘cause in the verse I couldn’t see the good
Just pointless rhyming lines really, dissing, neither of u should
But please feel free to come back, I’ll be here swear I’ll be patient
Fill my time writing more love songs while you write retaliation
And prepare myself for even more of gay sex allegations
With your comeback change the diss to please the trshady nation