This to who ever I'm supposed to diss,
I don't give a fuck if it's a Mr. and Mrs. or straight up a Miss!
I never miss when I hit a pun directed so sharp,
I leave cats afraid of they own shadows and dead scared of the dark.
I rhyme together words like purple and circle,
Leave cats saying did I do that? like ya names Steve Erkle.
I envision the prism of the light of true wisdom,
Switching ma position keepin ma game on lock like prision.
I aint know as to who I gotta battle,
But I'm milking this thread like a heard of dairy cattle!
This aint a diss to anyone in particular,
I'm just forming lines connecting angels that's perpendicular!
I bisect and fragment each and every line that chu segment,
To a greater extent, I punishin cats like a breach of trust with fraudulent intent!
So say what you wish and hate on me all ya want,
But cha can't denigh ma disses put cha name on tha map like the capital of Vermont.