Originally Posted by
smalldig
The only time you'll hear me scream and moan is every night when me and your mom play some peek-a-boo
when I peek at you, it makes me want to go eschew like Pikachu in Scooby Doo.
I would tri her angle, but I don't want to get obtuse like Bruce trying to get loose by copping the deuce while drinking some fruit juice and eating some chocolate mousse.
You tried to call truce, but refused like Zeus walking down Spruce.
You would try to use that as an excuse for me not to abuse the goose who misuse the roots of the boots on Boots from Dora and should vamoose.
You gaze at my rhymes breathlessly like your on a overdose of ecstasy while desperately trying to find a discrepancy in my integrity to successfully erase my rhymes and sublime it like Destiny's necessities!
Why would I hang myself because of a she-thang that got her rhymes out of a bookshelf so that no one else can win the nobel for the worst rhymes to ever inherit on oneself?
Your rhymes makes sense, but I make dollars
I don't need a scholar to make dollars every hour
I'ma take you for a walk, get the collar
and don't forget to poop, because this is the sh**
My rhymes go harder than lesbians nipples
I make you cripple like Curry with the dribble (GET YO' ANKLES BROKE)
You're broke like a motherfu***** joke
make sure you choke on that di** you smoke
This got you all frozen like you just had a stroke
How you gonna pop me when you drop by the taste of pop rocks and little girls playing hopscotch?
Don't make me Hard Knock you like Jay-Z, and erase you from the picture of your family tree.
I made this mizzle drizzle on a chisel and the bit** a** rhymes you wrotizzle made me hard like a bristle fo' shizzle.
My rhymes made your kids kiss like first-aid kit and a kittle with a skittle like Tupac's mom in acquittle!
I make George Zimmerman respect timber man with the last name Martin who dressed like a spartan buying a milk carton in the dawn while he yawn to his death and saved the last breath as a present for Trayvon's dad named Seth and his mother with the maiden name McBeth!
I also make Dakinng cling and hold on to my ding-a-ling and sing ring around the thing with a string which was made in Beijing as a replacement hamstring but instead became a shoestrings hell like a bridegroom losing his marriage ring on the day he become Mr. Bing, and he lost his chance to stick his ding-a-ling in Ms. Bings offsprings spawning in the middle of spring!
I got more bars than Milton Hershey
I never show any mercy like Percy turning thirty the day after he stand up before the attorney for all the dirty things he done before he became unworthy of a McFlurry like Stephen Curry in the first diss I mentioned!
Can't take the pain anymore, I feel you.
You should of knew that when smalldig came to the crew that your life would be screwed.
Twisted you like a screw so you can get misconstrued like food that is glued to the table.
Try to come back for this? I don't think your able to after this
Before you put your finger on that keyboard, go back and reminisce.
You send me a friend request 6 days ago just to continue this beef
You should have left it alone, and now you will face traumatic grief.[/QUOTE
Dude all you do is kill yourself
every time you rap it like a casualty
one for you two for me
you cant even rap
so why you try and be
somethin you aint
while you think you good
takin yo girls taint
but you like that S**t
t=rub it on like paint
and think you better than dakinng
but every time i post
you take the bait
you keep gettin hungry
but n**ga didnt you just ate
but why you on dakinng
cant keep up when yyou only try and hate
but i guess you were meant to lose
just happened to be your fate