Nothing personal, just having some fun.
Just...Just...Just quit! You're in a bad slump/
Hell, I'll even give you a cash sum/
to take your lyrics and trash 'em!/
"Last bump! Last bump, I promise, my last bump!"/
Shut your ass up 'fore I punch you with brass knucks/
You sound like a coke head begging your drug dealer/
Just fall back, son---and this isn't some trust builder/
Even picking your name you went with what's fa-miliar/
you said, "I'll never get gold, so f it I'm Just Silver"/
Your rhymes are like vacuum bags; just filler,/
they suck, and where your threads are is where dust filters/
No one likes to read or leave feed on those nonsensical buzz killers/
If I saw you in person, I'd rupture your jugular/
You're puny, I'm muscular; I'm much iller/
I'm At-tila the hun of this rap world; a blood spiller!/
But really...
If you're so good, why you rhyming one sylla...ble for?/
I don't even have beef, just have fun killin' this dork/
Doing it for the hunt; thrill of the sport/
Sad sap grew up in the slums filled with the poor/
I shoulda killed 'em when this chump still wasn't born/
Choked him with his own umbilical cord/
Or worn a rubber with his mother, instead of cum filling the whore/
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