MGK Diss, Picking The Lyrics Apart And Taking A Shot Part 2
Go at anyone but didn't think it would be you,
I'm thinking okay but who on Earth are you,
now let's pick it apart and unearth the truth,
expose your rhymes, not bulletproof.
I'm not doing this to save Slim, no need
I'm a poet showing your rhymes are thin,
or thick, however you want to look at it,
and don't tell me you wrote it alone
with the poorly patterned rhymes on show.
The best rhymes are ones you've replicated,
the rest of it's forcefully fabricated.
Like I see Mommas spaghetti on your sweater already,
sounds sick 'cus you plagiarised the song of the century,
just like when Hallie says her dad's gone crazy,
while you rhyme sweater and better like you're amazing.
Dad's always cooped up in the studio,
I'm like dude do your own flow you copied that too,
to then rhyme studio with I know in the line below,
you should know that rhyme both sucks and blows.
We all know you're the greatest rapper alive,
reading the dictionary and staying inside,
but your rhymes read like you've just turned five,
putting Devil, and shovel, and settle,
together next to this instrumental,
a struggle for syllables after the middle,
that awful rhyme wouldn't win you a medal.
I'm already sick of your tacky tats let's talk about it.
You seem out of ideas when you say that you're taller,
gully 'til the sidewalk leaves a chalker,
a fight? lyric ideas fall short tough talker,
calling out bully, the man's much shorter,
that's ironic lacks any logic goes off topic,
you smoking chronic?
29 and he's 45,
yet twice as long he's been alive,
58 that would be,
you seem more and more ridiculous to me.
His last four albums have been as bad as his selfie,
yeah give him hell, you insult so well,
a fail when the killer blow to shelve me,
you just want your unhealthy lyrics to sell.
A shout out, every rapper that's under me,
I'll never do you like Em' if you suck up to me.
Recruiting an army against a dungaree suit,
are you in a basket 'cus you seem like a fruit.
Finally I'll take a personal shot,
you may seem like talent that's hot
but to me you're transparent and sleazy
I'll pick your rhyme skills apart real easy.
I'm so unimpressed
that it creates no stress
addressing you 'cus you rhyme less
and here's a rhyming lesson
with a lasting impression
be careful with whom you're messing
you'll find a place to rest in,
those rhymes are stretched thin
I'll wreck and win
leaving you living
like dirt in the bin,
and it will start to set in
your skills are not trendsetting.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018
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