I tried my hand at dissing someone, and my pen has really given a stab!
A Psychotic version, one in a million specimen, miniature king Kong,
For your uncouth and disheveled behavior I hereby present you a song,
You suffer from diarrhea, you stink and you leak shit wherever you go,
You got a loose tongue; I am talking about the shit that comes out of your mouth
Bloated belly smoke engine, you also suffer from malnutrition on reality
Your opinion of Ram is great is not going to help you in a war with me
I was once warned not to go for a fight with a pig, cause it got nothing to loose
Falling in the mud, I get dirt and its gonna enjoy, it seems to be the same with you
But hell I care of what you think, if you pull me down, I might as well piss
Either way your dumb retarded mind can’t differentiate a hit from a miss
Your disease is the brain freeze; your mind reboots every few mins it starts
You gape in air, like ape you stare, a smell of farts spreads as you pass
You talk about rules, as if on booze, you don’t get half of what's being said
An irrational git, an imprudent jerk, are the proper terms for you that fit
A farce in the name of head of the pack, your own wolves are ready to attack
as they have been kept in hunger for too long, teasing and telling a pile of crap
Interestingly if you ever read these lines, you will not even realize
That every single word is aimed at you and you would simply prove them right
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