FreeSpeech wrote:It’s time to teach this bitch ass rookie some rules
6 feet, I ditch Class like hooky in school
So sit back as I cook me a fool
You can bet I win, big cash, tell the bookies I’m cool
Lyrically, you the opposite of God like your prom date
Get it? She’s a dog, they should refund what your mom paid
“Who’s they?” Oh my bad, the escort service
That gave King a “queen” obviously less than perfect
Probably AIDS infested too, hope the sex was worth it
To go from pesky virgin to an infected person
Dog, you should call Immortal Tech, it’s urgent!
I’m fucking up the underground, and you just upset the surface
Underground? Mmmm nah, you a little below that
Pale as fuck with goofy teeth: you a pitiful mole rat
Why can’t you hear you suck? You got ears like an elephant
This queer’s melanin level’s even above his intelligence
Puffing and huffing, always been stuck in irrelevance
Class finds comfort in fronting like he’s something developing-
Into a sick MC, and see, it sickens me
That this prick indeed thinks he can begin to be
A legitimate artist, so Imma hit him the hardest
Class: all your life you been a literal target
A punching bag, they stole the lunch from this cocky kid
He’s ugly and jealous, no wonder he loves Copy’s shit
He tried to stall it, but the cool kids pried his wallet
They liked Jay-Z, so he hopped dick onto Diabolic
So, respond Class, that’s your only proper exit-
From this beef, c’mon, drop an Obama reference
Talk shit on Kanye, go and top my rhyme schemes
Lie and say I love Nicki, claim you got a dime piece
C’mon Class, shoot back and back what you talk
Or make like the backpacker you are and pack up and walk
No coming back from that one....or is there?
