I will show you a diss.
I usually hold back but you have pushed me over the edge and I'm in a bad fucking mood.
Gatorade you're a drink that nobody ever thinks of when the word 'energy' comes up, fill a sink,
Down the drain worthless liquid, drink more bleach less of yourself or get a shrink,
'Cause you killed your own account and legacy here, and in the blink of my all-seeing eye I saw through your bullshit and sold you like a pimp.
Virtuoso knew about you before you trolled bsh, yes I was a snitch, and yes I left our chances at winning that debate deep in a ditch,
But if you're getting suicidal then my final verdict's I don't give a single fuck about a win if you can't float with me as captain then swim with fish.
You think you know about flow, man my syllables are wholesome, you're a pogo-hopping no-show, I'm the act whose medal's golden,
What? You think you can just throw up stuff and tear my ego a new hole? If you wanna poke an angry lion, then you better not run slow, son,
I'm wondering how in the hell you thought I was a goal, dunce, telling me I lost fifty when against you I'm 1-and-0, runt.
You can't even fathom the massive effort it takes to go one hundred and eight two times, no matter how hard you choke under the pressure of the pleasure-seeking sadists that want you to sit when they say sit, roll over for voters,
You think if I had your score that I'd shut my account down and mope? Fucking hell, I would be putting in the hours 'till my finger tired of the typing and my eyes and brain are so strained, feeling broken.
You don't know about grit, pussy preying on this rodent, I'm the rat to scavenge and prevail when the black plague hits your soul, punk.
Been here longer than you've been trolling mods, I've pissed 'em off a lot more than you before, pulled off all sorts of stunts, gimmicks and yet I soar above the rest here, forevermore a storm-starting Thor, I'm the thunder bringer you've been warned, so how dumb of you to get struck with this lightning bars from the stars through your body to the floor!
This is real lyricism, what you're spitting's like a snore, I produce better when I'm sleeping; sounds more like a mighty ROAR!
I'm awake now, what you're reading is nothing short of a flawless corps of marines ready to bash in your door and fight an immaculate war.