No Chill (Chill Diss)

You're safe behind a screen,
So you're acting mad bold.
You'll really need some codeine,
Cause I'm the cough in your cold.
The saying goes you sow what you reap.
Repeat what helps you sleep,
Cause I can put you to sleep,
One right hook have you counting sheep.
My punches have the same effect as Nyquil.
Heavy handy feels like an anvil,
When I pop you like an Advil.
The doctor said your flow ain't ill,
So Chill, you really need to chill,
Before you get popped, no pill.
If I up the heater to your grill,
Watch how quick you freeze.
That's why they call you chill.
They way you be on my dawgs,
Made me think you're on of them fleas.
Could have yo crush on her knees,
Tryna blow me harder than the breeze.
Then I'll have her kiss you, ew.
Your guns make sounds like pew.
They say hoppers got a cooling system,
For hot headed *****s like you.
You the type to play a dating sim.
I praise the Lord just to RISE,
So my mama kno her SON SET.
Anybody can see it in my eyes,
Dat my ambition ain't gone yet.
The way you chase my attention,
Reminds me of Tom & Jerry.
Cause you're just a big pússy,
And Imma pop you like a cherry.
Your toy bullets don't penetrate,
Just like your over hyped erection.
Chill why can't you concentrate?
I eat punches, no digestion.
Round here, we don't play fair.
Everyone will stare, at you, square.
You get stomped out like hop scotch.
It's time to put you to shame.
You mentioned his ex's crotch,
But we all know you ain't got no game.
You can't grab his ex box,
Cause you'd give her kitty dry spot.
Better stick to lotion in a sock.
I'm all about my bucks like Giannis.
C'mon now, Chill, LES be honest.
Women see you and go lesbian.
No classy women will let you in.
Chill, you're not dope at all,
You're more like synthetic weed.
Can't fear you, cause we all bleed.
I'm the diamond in the rough, G.
Rose blossoming in the concrete.
You must pay the fee,
Cause you didn't want to let me eat.
You must be off the crack,
If you think you can crack me.
Spinal cord the way the city got my back.
Whole city be on yo ass, G.
Not a fraction as good as you,
It's definitely the reciprocal.
Now we're talking mathematical.
Fraction of me, how comical.
You're just an irregular decimal.
I'm infinite times a better rapper.
You ain't even a battle rapper.
Now you say you was a trapper.
Now I'm releasing laughter,
We should ask your master,
When will you shut your yapper.
Chill, another PIMD capper.
You not living happily ever after,
Even after the nonsense you spatter?
You ain't got no recipe,
From scratch I made the batter.
15 minutes of fame is up, B.
Tell me what's the matter.
I knocked you of the latter,
And mad your entourage scatter.
Add another rapper in the duffel.
You ain't even have to hustle.
What weight you move wit no muscle?
Only keys you touched were on a piano.
You're just obviously no bueno.
You ain't intellectually superior.
Even to a sack of shıt you're inferior.
Passed you up from the rear,
And I broke your exterior.
You're as soft as your interior.
Who you chocking up, trick?
If you have the heart to try me, prick,
You'll be like the cue of a pool stick.
You bite lyrics and still sound corny.
You need to pick up girls on here,
Cause you're desperate and hòrny.
Third party, why you wanna hear,
Another man's voice on the phone.
I mean WEIRD, when I say it's queer.
It's bout time you leave me alone.
Girls call your dìck little RICHARD,
PRIOR to seeing your tiny bone.
Go back to the drawing board,
Cause I'm gone.

 

You sneak dissed me like a bıtch, now I gotta embarrass you and cut your 15 minutes of fame even shorter. The real don't do dat subliminal shıt.

 

I'd have to find a beat. It's not hard to rap to a beat if you can flow. Everyone can flow from nursery rhymes as kids and songs from Kindergarten. Some just forget how to, while others further their development

 

I meant choppers, not hoppers, people. And heavy handed not handy. My keyboard isn't accustomed to my lingo yet

 

I say who are you gone chill?
Not my passionate burning fire.
You're a small cough, not ill.
You're envious with desire.
No ambition, but you're pushy?
Game over, yo, this is check.
You're big headed, PIMD plushie.
Well, only the head on your neck.
You can't get any pùssy,
Even if you were a tampon.
Pùssy, you need a tampon.
Chill's on thin ice, no crampon.
You couldn't get any ass,
If you were a toilet seat.
You can get schooled, no class.
Your creativity will only deplete.
Being real is a test you ain't pass.
You ain't even real in yo fairytales.
You brag bout imaginary females.
Who lies and makes up details?
You swear you got dat bag.
The only bag you get is a du-rag.
Fuck Kleenex, you use a rag,
Cause you do yourself, slag.
You can't catch up,
Not like the condiment.
You receiving a compliment...
How when you're inconsequent?
Not the G.O.A.T., you're the opposite.
No lady wants what's in your pants.
Hollow tips make you dance,
You need to visit a tropical resort,
Cause you always resort,
To a violent retort.
In other words, sport,
If you don't duck me,
I'll hunt you like the sport.
That's homage to Weezy.
Every lie you use I thwart,
You cap on my name, that's a tort.
I'm the type to wish a hater well,
Then push em in a wishing well.
You don't have any balls at all.
Or they're inflated like the Pats football.
You're a wizard at being able to stall.
You're a jawn who doesn't really ball,
Aand between us there's a wall,
Which proves you're talent is small.
If you're ill, then the tec is Lysol.
Spray him, not to disinfect.
Lyric biting, ref, give him a tech.
He don't tote no damn Tec.
Like Gintoki say, he can get rekt.
When Chill says he's strapped up,
He means his shoe straps are retro.
Acting like he has PCoS,
I swear the boy is METRO.


You're off point, ain't no accupuncure.
Like an unsuccessful lumbar puncture.
The shotty can rearrange yo structure.
If you ever run into me, it's a juncture.
You'll scream fo your MUMMY,
When I start to WRAP you dummy.
If I unload on your MOTHERboard,
She'll malfunction from feeling ecstasy.
It's a conjunction when she's wit me.
She said is that a MOUSE in my pants,
Women CLICK their tongue at your D.
Every time her legs be out of Ctrl, G.
On this ALT I'm an issue you can't DEL, B.
Terminate on sight, don't play coy.
You're softer than the Pillsbury doughboy.
Wear an apron and whip me up a batch.
Always capping, you don't spit fire,
You're just a burnt out match.
Everyone's time will expire,
But it's time fo you to retire.
You tried to clap back,
But you're shit is still whack.
You bite everyone, you're toothless.
Fronting on a game like you're ruthless.
I swear I'm not COCKy.
Just hit up my lul homie,
Like aye, G, SPOT me.
Chill think he got the wave till he capsize.
Real always recognize real,
So we know you're telling lies.
Yo mama's SON will never RISE.
Your chances are SLIM, stop acting SHADY.
Your allegations don't phase me.
Get to spilling TEA, and I know you feel PAIN. (T-Pain).
You were better off as a cúm stain.
Who do you think you beat?
The only thing you can beat is your meat.
You use your pointer and thumb to skéet.
Hitting you with punchlines, oh ****.
Evolved from monkeys, but I go ape ****.
Give you black eyes, see the eclipse?
You don't tote BANANA clips.
You claim the homie be on my NUTS,
But yo dream girl do a BANANA SPLIT,
Till she feel my BANANA in her guts.
You can't even reach her stomach.
You get tongue, I get esophagus.
I'm not bragging, but I make her CREAM.
Ask her bout it, she'll say "ICE CREAM."
Get it, Chill, she'll say "I scream?"
You SOUR cause my name is what she screams,
And you barely get subtle moans in your dreams.
You can't even get a DROPLET.
THUNDER buddy references and I'm CHOCOLATE.
For some skittles, she'll lock, drop, and pop it.
Every time she hears THUNDER,
She's all over me like CHOCOLATE.
City boy, you need to stop it,
Before you get taken out the picture.
No need to photo crop it,
I'm off this topic.

 

Your mom is your aunt, hillbilly