Sunday, May 30, 2010

106th- hater diss, hopkins diss

I can rhyme with reasoning.
Die through listening.
Fly like i tried to sigh when nothing's happening.
By the time i, buy my rhymes i'll, stop rhyming and take up bra designing.

Like i said, criticizing my rhymes says that ure afraid.
Ma rhymes are original, secreted from my head.
I can do twice as good as how you did in bed.
Your skills are as good as your Dad- Dead.

Pissed off at haters, they can't do shit.
And still hating when i spit, cause they can't do any better.
Jealousy is the only factor, to why they mock me as a rapper.
My skills are greater, thrice that much compared to your mother.

Basically... I'm a lot better than you ever will be, as a wack Emcee.

~fuck haters cause they don't listen to raps we spin, especially a ma' fucker hu goes by the name of hopkins.

Jerking off at...
2:01 PM