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Terrible

[Diss Soulja Boy]

by

Robby Richardson

 

 

I figured if one man can make it rich for repeating the same shit

Let me put pen to script and see if I can hit

Anything I flip is better than his rip

What’s up...man overboard you washed up

Soulja Boy stay, Tom Hanks, Cast Away

Its called a rhyme scheme, ya mean, mixtapes so similar like vanilla ice cream

Played out like Rodman…Double Team

 

Terrible…Terrible…Terrible…lyrics are so…Terrible…Terrible…Terrible

Beats are so…Terrible…Terrible…Terrible…Songs so similar...similar…similar

Everything you do…Terrible

 

Whether its Obey, Juice series, King Soulja, or Cuban Link

They all stink call you Molly Ringwald cause your Pretty in Pink

Toss me that money, dinero, that paper serve you, Rhymes like Portillos,

You need rhymes don’t worry I cater

Even at my worst...exorcise you like a curse even though I’m white

And your money is so bright, it doesn’t excuse the fact

That everything you do is shit in people’s sight

Next verse I’ll attack and show you how it’s done

With lyrics so heavy you think it’ll weigh a ton

 

Terrible…Terrible…Terrible…lyrics are so…Terrible…Terrible…Terrible

Beats are so…Terrible…Terrible…Terrible…Songs so similar...similar…similar

Everything you do…Terrible

 

Intergalactic planter travels on the moon man with Susan

Get her up so high her clothes fall like pride...I’m the doctor making rounds

Burning rappers and their towns...their claims and fame

The one’s thinking that their soaring

Take two of these lines and call me in the morning

At your beck and call an RX mindstate, another Bow Wow or Romeo your originality is like prime 8

Why should your fans have to settle...I know this poems still weak

Not doing it for critique...just mocking your technique

Please don’t flex your weak physique giving off that cheek

 Compared to you though my lyrics a creek...your up’em without a paddle

I got punch lines in stacks...I got lyrics galore

The Billy Blanks of poetry...BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE

The lyrics I got is all the matters, eat up Soulja, here’s a silver platter.

SODMG!  SODMG!  SODMG!  Did I say...SODMG?

You know the label with artists nobody wants to see

You know the label with artists nowhere to be found

You know the label with artists that want to be clowned

 

Ha Ha

The End