DISS TO INFAMOUS D HOLLA #3
INFAMOUS I lay with dames while you play games you say
Lame stuff trying to rap, scrap the rap project, rhymes like hay
Eaten by horses you just dead grass as a misled ass son, to be
Sincere guy you just clear sky not a loud cloud in your rhyme G
They’re big and boring so I’m ignoring your junk, dig I’m scoring
With junk in your face get your girl and jump on her lace she’s whoring
INFAMOUS I’m like a storm got you hype and alarm because
My flow blow off roofs like hurricane katrinia you best pause
In this battle, flaws in your saddle you don’t ride like Paul
Revere my dear, your whack sadine flow has no taste they all
Hit below the waist like Andrew Galotta you need a recall dawg
Wanna be merry sick and wild in reality just a very sick child
Everyday quick to smile at your rhymes in rap you a non shooting foul
Polluting styles in Hip Hop you trip a lot on crack so rest awhile
INFAMOUS you just a bitter scrub like a litterbug you throw trash
On road, could smash a load of microphones with that garbage, give a rash
To folks I fiddle with harmony like a little army got rifles and grenades
In ciphers parade and blow up like dynamite even politicians serenades
In debates, look your rhymes all fail and now on a small scale with no weight
You don’t flow great man you low rate like cheap airfare, bitch fill with hate
And you ona bumpy flight you jumpy and uptight like psycho cases homey
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