Wet

Done with all now got this. Open your ears and hear my diss. Wait look at your pants they have piss. Come on are you that scared. I guess now this war is declared. Come don't hide around. Soon you might be downed. You doin mumble rap shit. I'm doin a fucking big hit. Never lost my faith in you. But I should have always knew. I'd rather die, Than hear your fucking lie. But now please don't cry. Still you ain't being my guy. I'm sorry but stop your lame rap. You are losing your mind like a handicap. Just go now to your own hábitat. You talk like a pig. Walk like a chick. And your exuse is I'm fricking sick. The next you told me I want to be good. Look at where are you now doin shit in the neighborhood. Come on man be better. At least write a poem in a letter. I know you are going red like a pepper. Wait your pants are getting wetter. Next time go harder in me. For me you don't even get a score of three. Your mumble rap, is like my grandma's flip-flap. For your diss you didn't even get a clap. You couldn't even ryme orange. Probaly in your brain you need more storage. And even more knowledge. Just because of your bad diss. I might call you miss. You haven't realised your first track yet. I'm fricking having big big sweat. Wait. Your pants are still wet.