I Like It
[Diss Michelle L.]
by
Robby Richardson
This poem is for that Klepto lying bully pull me in a fight Oh goodie
Set the record straight...no more can I take
Let’s lay the cards on the table All – In call should be grateful
Grateful for more exposure because nobody really knows you
Thinking you’re King Kong on life avenue but really you just Abu
A couple screws loose a few bricks shy
I got disses like drugs I got the whole supply
So if you want it come get it and if you get it please leave with it
You can take that bullshit on which ya get the picture quote me bitch call it scripture
I like it when you tell me that I am really lazy yet you still gunna pay me
I like it when you text me begging for my help...I’d rather sit on my couch smoking a blunt by myself
I like the talking trash, the working off your ass, the lies against the proof like a pheasant under glass
I like it when you call me cheap got stacks...no blasphemy
While your triple time considering bankruptcy
I like your non-working ass, blatant sass, no class, hoochie momma clothes, no show, rock bottom low
Tit for tat, lyrical combat, you fucking lying rat...yeah, I like that
This poem is for that bitch with the mouth...the only thing she runs
Sitting eating crumbs while I’m cashing in sums
I was open and honest...true to myself while you still hide in the closet
I don’t hate that your gay, I JUST HATE YOU now let’s put this bitch away
I should charge you for slander saying you got stomach cancer
Claiming three rounds of radiation seeking such remorse but you healthy as a horse
You sick alright...society’s parasite
Opponent of my pen, enemy of the page
You’re the squire to my liege...the paige to my knight.
They call me the Writer Eater, I could diss all night
Living with your lady while your ex sleeps on the couch
Remember the one that used to beat you...you said it I can vouch
But now cheating on the cheater with this man at your house
While your steadily buying her children marijuana by the ounce
Yeah great fucking step parent...that’s REAL common sense
I’m all for chasing rabbits and living Wonderland events
But buying drugs for kids yeah that shit I’m against
You’re a selfish spoiled brat that lies through her crooked teeth
Let’s not misconstrue the fact...yeah, I like that
I like your half-assed lazy approach hiding from your work like light to a roach
I like when you say I’m sensitive...(Say Again)...I’m sensitive
So quote me (EXPLETIVE), when I say suck my (EXPLETIVE)
You dumb (EXPLETIVE) (EXPLETIVE) again.
Hell bent again on getting in take you to the mountain top teach your fat ass to fly again
Talking crap about making money and “beating” the rap, throw you off does it sound like that
YEAH I LIKE THAT
I like things that you can bank on like a round two off of this poem
I’d love a clap back just so I can snap back another bullet in my pen’s chamber
A real artist claimer hit you from any angle
So call this a warning just before it starts storming
Close up the gates of drama and your immature ass should save it for your mama
And we done...case closed because I got a whole lot more in store
So I implore let bygones be bygones like two ships in the night
No lyrical fist fight you’re nothing but a pawn...this is the part where you fall down
Because you forgot what the nights like...blow up your bank scamming like two tankers in the night
So give me fuel for my fire I’ll leave everything between us like ash after a fire
Give the devil his due and watch what he’ll do leave you with more then just a lyrical boo boo
Now I just curse the time that I put into you...damn...Oh wait, I like that...how about that
The End