#SEEUGMD #NobodisBusiness music ain't a hobby bitch, more of a language. closer a religion worshipped daily across the mainlands. you talking dangerous slopping over beats while your feigning your skill based off vote-for-vote you going with the rapfames kids. pitiful. gon hit him in his centerfold with the sinnerful lyricals I dispense in bulk to diminish these little girls. he gon " diss track me" I'm s'pose to be so scurred. trembling hitting the curb, swallowing every nerve and turning tail from him first. that's the funniest shit he said yet man I swurr. I ain't sweating. I'm eat em up, bones gone be my necklace. subjecting this fucker to my wreckless injections I pump in the heads of the negligent. mr god mode seems to forget though . rapping is not just beats on fleak. it's a crafty battle of wit. the asshole thinks that he can say I suck dick and it means hes beast. got no effort in his rabble. makes predictable things. watch this. when he disses me. watch he how he be. he gonna jump in on some gay shit directed at me , and try to play on my name , something like " nobodi thinks your good, nobodi cares, your a nobodi bitch beware" and even I make that sound better than him. so if your listening to me shredder this Confederate chimp. be sure to check out what he posted in embarrassed defense. and really I could stop here, and probably should . but lately I been in the mood for demolishing punks. so I'm smear this piggies face a bit more in the mud. with a flex on em. watch the grub squiqqle and squirm. angrily cursing everything I say followed by 5 different emojis of a laugh till you cry cause hes hurt but he dont wanna show it to the ones around him hes slurred his ability to tryna seem like hes perfect. motherfucker real talk? your a waste of the sperm that was raced out your father tryna make it to the basement first . your not a an artist, you belong where all the garbage is hurled. see I'm not much , I'm nobodi , but I can carry a verse. just like I carried your coffin inside the fire to burn.