You call that a diss? Looking a little yeller, that’s some weak ass piss You could never pen a verse that’s better than this Hell, I might as well rest my tip on your lips Santa pausing, open that shit up Suck on this clock till you got the hiccups I laugh at you being a rapper, Where’s the fame? The money? The damn niharika glitch? Stop fronting, you couldn’t hit these licks I’m violent, call me one of those drunken hicks To anyone wondering, this is to ICswagger You talk soft, my shit raspier than you I live for battling Your in a cage, I love to rattle it I’m never bored with this game, Battle Ship, monopoly You domesticated sheep, with the skills for a cattle witch That mumble boy ICswagger keeps spitting new rhymes I only need to spit one verse and then I get them dimes all the times and then squeeze some limes and then in the mills, run to the hills, I’ll be your Iron Man say what you will, it’s just empty hatin' After just one verse you can’t forget me kicked your hips like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee I’ll impale you with my horn, you’ll be popcorn get a mini anime muhaha, hehe I’ll just leave it at that you sit where you sat down at And rob will come will kick your butt Just kidding IC, you know you my man