Dawn

Dissing My homie Jack
Lyrics:
J-O-H-N to the ston.

Bet your daddy wished he bore a better son.

No style or flow, its talent that he lacks,

Skin like a blizzard better call him cracker jack. 

A skinny little pixie with dick flimsy, a little Sprite of whimsy. 

A tech wiz he can understand computer screen. C, Java, python, mathematics and virginity. Probably has an algorithm how to make it in this industry. Locked in his room like a trad wife never heard and barely seen. Worships circuit boards, with self righteous piety. Vegetated so long that he became a tree. So step back take notes and mind the radio. You're a setback, a footnote that tried to sum the whole. Give it up like your Dr did, clammy pale  cold, yeah you looking like a coffin kid. So sit down in your worn out desk chair. I'll give a grin that frightens you with a worn out death stare. 


Wabajack

Wabajavk

Wabajack


These flows cold that bowl over my meek opponent. Weak body weak mind call that modus ponens. Lazy like a social loaf proponent. Your so exuahsting, and that verse seems pretty daunting don't it?

How bout you focus what type of silly joke is this, I'll leave you smoking miss, smoldering like you Shoulder burdens. Running laps around ya like the sheep im herding, can't get a word in cause we can't hear over claims of hurting.

You really think I Fear your technobabble,

rapping like a baby rattle, spitting out that goo ga rabble. Call it murmurs or a mutter,

cause you clamor then you stutter,

face a challenge then you shutter,  scared of landing in the gutter. 

No you can't face God so turn away from me,

I was born to roast ya like an effigy.

Now is it so hard to say I'm spitting G?

This ain't your game, think you can ay with me?

Spent one tenth of one tenth of my energy.

Bars


Wabajack

Wabajack 

Wabajack


its closing time gobble up my zesty rhymes, kick it chill some other time.

The boom bap paradigm.

Educated at the bar like Frasier,

you're doodle Bob and I'm bouta eraseya 

Been going hard the last two minutes,

Quite a silly tizzy innit?

Glitzy hits ya leaves you livid.

But you can't seem to mind your manners,

tweaking like a quantum spanner,

Walking round in your pajamas,

think you're some mamma jamma. 

Take the racket can ya, cause this noise is simply rapping magic. 

Call yourself big man, oh you're capping tragic.

Now that you've been decimated, by a G so underrated better learn to stop debating whether you have a grain of swag in ya. 

Peak rap efficiency like my bars Volkswagens yuh. 


I can't help it, so ereatic, my behavior, so mismanaged. 



Wabajack - Beat By RFS_Beats

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None

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