It ain't directed to anyone, it's just some random shit.
Man ya lyrics are trash, I hear it and laugh then spear in ya raps,
A miracle? Nah, it's appearing you're wack and queer for my ass,
It's the spirit you lack. You could be white but ya still "Miracle" Crap,
I know that this shit is goin' pass though now I'm "Whip"ping ya ass,
Through these spherical raps I run circles around you so spastic,
While ya drop a wack diss, I drop a classic without effort I clap it,
Around ya cheeks, found ya geek friends oh so astoundingly,
Pounding the fakes failing at sounding street, yeah just imagine me,
Passionately stabbing these thousand freaks, and it's not a threat,
I promise I'll win this fight, so now see how true honest gets,
Ya voice probably sounds like its operated mechanically,
Like your voice box is fake, well I guess it runs in ya family,
Ain't even trying actually, a bit pushy when people like you get wussy,
That's probably the main reason why you ain't ever gunna get pussy,
Acting like you're creative when your lyrics are basic, so face it,
Only time you're amazing's when you write a lyric and erase it.