Cool, I'll start.
You're a slacking rapper, and the facts apparent,
I won't even jack your swagger, cos
you know you lack the talent*
Gay to a new degree,
you try and blame that new machineStay fronting but I know you just attained your puberty
Got a mic but, who would like to, cop this amateurs song?
A record deal? Maybe... if you shop on Amazon.
In the end it's just dumb, when you pretend to be thug
Spadez, your about as sick as the millenium bug
Tryna blossom but, expected to go so limp with stress
Couldn't make green if you perfected photosynthesis*
s**t on the beat, get Royally Flushed down the drain
Hitting Spades till he gets bust out the game
Generic mc, wasting days on your rhymes,
Each pack has a spade, you just sound the same
I've returned, and in turn, it's over kid
Didn't like your new track? Yeah, no one did.
*He's a plant lol. Doesn't make perfect sense, I know.
Read the links to understand the punches.