Open Mic: Thought you were better than that, Stalin?

I see how your so proud this of place, your biggest accomplishment
Wearing it on your chest like a badge got your wife left in astonishment
a legend in her eyes since you picked her off the street
Stalin loves saving life’s homeless bitches gotta eat
A nice fixer upper, putting lipstick on a pig
This dipshit thinks his lyrics really made a dig
You didn’t even scratch the surface I mentioned you for a reason
But this worthless trash you coming back with stop me from believin
That Stalin the type of lyricist that could write something actually worth reading
I poked the bear but he’s dead and gone a clone of his former self
a joke compared to his younger years I can tell by his mental health
The way he struggles to string his words together with a rhythm
The way it stings to know I’m right so much clever when I’m spittin
The way I bring the facts to light and keep on givin
generous Emcee these punches on a mission
Open hand slap this bitch into submission
Have’ em tappin on the mat in the fetal position
So keep them fangs tucked before I snap em and crack em
And make you prove them dentistry skills while you re attach’em

Edited by Slip - 10 January 2023 at 4:11am

This was my feedback to the shots Stalin was throwin, 2 verses that have to do with each other only makes sense to post together so readers get the full story and I posted here just to keep track of my writtens

No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or the house in Malibu?