This is to Elmo Hey Elmo, this a diss And with this I ain’t gonna miss You’re done You red furry bum Livin in a small rent house on Sesame Street You’re annoying voice means you want to get beat It’s absurd How you hang on every little word I don’t need to know how to flow I don’t need to know the coordinates of Sesame Street Because my dogs hunting skills are hard to beat I got my glock, my friend has a 9 Now don’t go thinking that You’re fine Because you have VERY LITTLE TIME so survive and thrive And jive to the beat of your little song Stomp your feet and beat your drums Because a wars coming on, between grove and sesame And who’s gonna be the winner? Well, it’s me You might see, my guns not loaded I’m just chillin Lord willin well survive You better watch from 9 to 5 I’ll put you in handcuffs and hang you from the stairs Like I did you’re brother But we won’t touch your father or you’re mother Not Ben you’re brother It’s you were here for So go back to the norm And improve your form Your fit, your drive, because soon, you won’t be alive We got a furry little ball, a Grenade and a glock, sitting on this table. We’re are ready for war. You can’t hide. We will find you. You are going to be the end of the family. We know what you did. You will not get away with your crimes. We will not stop, until your blood has spilled, and balance has been replenished. Our supplies are unblemished We still have a bunker We got big men call em clunkers Metal and tin, brother and men Fighting together Against you It’s true They’re all coming to end you. You won’t last long, good luck, you’ll need it. @Elmo, try me