Vomit (PoiZoN Diss)

By me
Beat: (FREE) EMINEM X LOGIC X JOYNER LUCAS TYPE BEAT - "FILTHY" By MansH Beats
Lyrics:
When the frick did syringe rhyme with orange
Why the frick are you so boring
Got a boxing glove, when I light it up
Got a powered punch, when you think you’re important
Cuz I mix it up, with syllables, at a point where you just forfeit
With a little bit of innocence, a hit to the dome
Spit it, with a hint a cinnamon, and I hit it home
Rebounding girls, like Nikola Jokic
You aint ball that hard, cuz you keep on slowing
I dont put an echo on my flowing
I got different flow every vocal
Atleast when I flow cold, you can hear little bit
Shove a loaf of a bread in, when you say ribidabibada
Come to the point, when your rappings just filthy
Cant catch me, i’m laughing to the bank, on a kill streak
Yea Yea Yea, cuz i’m in love with the game
Our flow together, like a gun and a flame
I spray, and you hot, they just get away
What i’m saying, you good but like what you play
Hard to understand when you’re hunting for fame
We collabed on songs, look at the aftertaste
Yea cuz I rap insane, too bad, so sad
Cuz I passed your name
Prysmix, hit it quick, got a lot to say
Like a plane flight, you got delayed
I aint playing fight, concentrate
Got a song to write, got a song to name
A lot to the game, check check check
Checkmate, like i’m a sensei
Sent the same lame bars, everyday
Listened to the whole rap, swole calves
Call me DK
I vomit this up, bombing it up
Locked up, like a prison, and the bars done
But the bars sucked, show the world my music
Stardust
I aint getting a girl, but neither are you
No chances, if you already went through 2
This aint leopard spots, or a lions mane, this the whole frickin zoo
Oh shoot, with a flow that can close the doors, i’m spittin fire
And i’m spittin bars, with the flick of a finger I hit it hard
Wont listen to teachers, decided to disregard
With a click of the pen and a spinning mouth
I decided to pick this out, with a record now
Maybe a second album, I mean PEN was loud
But this one could be louder, enough yapping out
I’m a sucker now, when the sun is out
I’m stayin in I aint coming out
F- f- funny with your so called “spittin”
Got that gunna in me, buncha killing
They wont listen
Make it go hard, apartment
Then make a milly
I’ma throw, go hard
He’s sick to his own heart
Bone broken, got his own part
Cough, Sneeze, Vomit, next thing you know
Fart, got the wrong bar, with vomit on the carpet
Hard pass, hard kicks, arson, bars lit
Every line, rhyme, time I spit
Every fine, lie, crime I commit
Breathe out, breathe in
The flow I rip, you know this
Gotta grow rich, with no risk
Ima end it with a flow, that literally hits you home
Load a bullet to my chrome, and hit em straight to the dome
Frozen over, overflowing, cold as frick, with no emotion
Biggest in the pound, symphony of old hits
Oh frick, hit em something that rhymes with orange

[@razorevolved4416]

I almost went on a homicidal rampage after listening to this

[@PRYSM_CEO]

so is that a good thing or a bad thing

[@bananapeels]

turn up your mic

[@PRYSM_CEO]

thank you so much for the advice