Diss-Missed (Steyn Diss)
What's up everybody today is the STEYN diss
Aka
The roast yourself
I hit it high with everything I got Its call arado
You staying up all day and highfel-jacking of the models
You rapping bout the massions but you living in a ghetto
The only time this kid will be buzzing its with a bottle
Ha
Yeah
So let me ask myself a question
Why you telling people that you battling depression
I hear your songs daily all i see is your aggression
Cause your pissed off
You aint getting more attention
But really your surprised
You spitting shitty rhymes
You bearly making sense
Because you lifted all the time
You talking bout mama demon that dieing
While you scared everytime something bad happens
You just leave and hide
Like the time that you felt you were nothing for eternity
Punched at Mary Jane like you send your self to the infermerie
You sliced the other half now your ass need a surgery
You need to learn not to fuck with shit that aint consering me
Ha
My flow is clean just like I polished it
I always take the beat to the back and then I stomp on it
If you think im not roasting think about the song a bit
I can beat myself in a battle by giving compliments
First verse done yeah I think we need another
A low life hot head chocking on his badeler
You not a savage or baller bitch you just stuborn
The fucked up kid who said he raped rise his mother
You broke bitch with a zero balance of cash
But wanna drop out of school
You were bad in the class
You got nothing on me except the facts from the past
So try to eat it up
With the drastic attacks
You got a 160K but bearly pulling half the views
Why you wanna roast some people
While you bowned to fucking lose
You should end it all now
Please climb up on the nuse
And just kick your fucking likes until the chair seems to leave your shoes
You got a mob on the top
Of your head need a drop on your ass
You not ill unless you cought with the spread
So you shot till you dead
It's soft and its sad
Bloed pumping like adrenaline
Your raps are lame, fake, boring plus uncompetitive
Look at me I'm balling all this woman give me hand again
Shut the fuck up!
Before I break apart your skeleton
Eyes always closing i can bet your ass is getting sleepy
And tell my why this punks bitch is looking just like leave me
Hold up to your feelings imma let you down easy
Steyn is such a rat all his punchlines are cheesy
Aka
The roast yourself
I hit it high with everything I got Its call arado
You staying up all day and highfel-jacking of the models
You rapping bout the massions but you living in a ghetto
The only time this kid will be buzzing its with a bottle
Ha
Yeah
So let me ask myself a question
Why you telling people that you battling depression
I hear your songs daily all i see is your aggression
Cause your pissed off
You aint getting more attention
But really your surprised
You spitting shitty rhymes
You bearly making sense
Because you lifted all the time
You talking bout mama demon that dieing
While you scared everytime something bad happens
You just leave and hide
Like the time that you felt you were nothing for eternity
Punched at Mary Jane like you send your self to the infermerie
You sliced the other half now your ass need a surgery
You need to learn not to fuck with shit that aint consering me
Ha
My flow is clean just like I polished it
I always take the beat to the back and then I stomp on it
If you think im not roasting think about the song a bit
I can beat myself in a battle by giving compliments
First verse done yeah I think we need another
A low life hot head chocking on his badeler
You not a savage or baller bitch you just stuborn
The fucked up kid who said he raped rise his mother
You broke bitch with a zero balance of cash
But wanna drop out of school
You were bad in the class
You got nothing on me except the facts from the past
So try to eat it up
With the drastic attacks
You got a 160K but bearly pulling half the views
Why you wanna roast some people
While you bowned to fucking lose
You should end it all now
Please climb up on the nuse
And just kick your fucking likes until the chair seems to leave your shoes
You got a mob on the top
Of your head need a drop on your ass
You not ill unless you cought with the spread
So you shot till you dead
It's soft and its sad
Bloed pumping like adrenaline
Your raps are lame, fake, boring plus uncompetitive
Look at me I'm balling all this woman give me hand again
Shut the fuck up!
Before I break apart your skeleton
Eyes always closing i can bet your ass is getting sleepy
And tell my why this punks bitch is looking just like leave me
Hold up to your feelings imma let you down easy
Steyn is such a rat all his punchlines are cheesy
Credits
Writer(s): Prince Mungoni
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