Calefaction Diss
03-04-2006
just a key, or roast kids- dedicated to a kid readin ghosted
..who swayed by saying i swayed before we even posted
there are many genres of funny, but I honestly can say bud
promising u’ll play clubs is what black comedy is made of
but imma show him some love…since melanoma aint thug
i’ll knock the mole off his mug ‘n cave in the hole that it dug
always flirtin wit sammy ‘n maddy, with no hoe to call bitch
now the internet is like a singles club, and so is your wallet
but i make bitches all throb, pleasing them really isnt a prob
so eat ur heart out, then leave a dildo so it can finish the job
no one fell off fasta than u bitch, now ur matches are stupid
but i know u can claw back, oneduh got scratches to prove it
always sad in ur music- depressin topics, quit crying ‘n rap
or im gonna expose the bitch in u, for ghostwriting ur tracks
try saying: susie sells seashells by the...nah dont, face it kid
nothin will ever leave ya tongue tied up like aloe’s anus did
fuck my ‘Tom’ll son’ line, kid im too quick to have any pity
now ima burn priest holmes, while ur fam visits vatican city
your mothers obscene, the dirty slut smothered your genes
ur family got blood lines ur little sister could color between
whats ur opinion on bitin concepts ‘n exploiting these days?
penny for ur thoughts, ur always good for coining a phrase
fuckin unoriginal fag, ur styles a mutt ‘n ur steeze is a mess
i wish u’d use urself as a concept, cuz it’d be beaten to death
u dunno how to approach rhymin wit me- try acquiring heat
but you couldn’t even find the right angel in ninety degrees
i’ll open my ass for that kid who u say partially made me
and make Sur kiss the ring like fuckin barnum and bailey
voters didnt like ur verse, too many battle guys mimicked
the doctor didnt like ur x-ray, too many fracture lines in it
minute by minute- games changed, but u fall the same way
its sad u called me the N-word, sadder u called it nameplay
so fuck what u seen kids- i got a better lesson, believe this
in the end i left Calvary dead, like the resurrection of jesus
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