Lupe Fiasco - June 10th Dizaster Twitter Beef Freestyle lyrics

He SKIRT around the issues
He SKIRT when I'm around
Cause his worst don't work when I'm around
At worst he a round from
A pistol around a missile
A pack of peppers around a pound of pickles
A pound around a soundless nickel
Around town soft as down
And wouldn't put sound through a whistle
A clown that I would to love
See wear a crown of sickles
Who comes out to the sound of crickets
And buys his own tickets to
His rounds to diss you
You hear the distant sound
Of different styles of

Life you wish you Had but too bad
You had the chance
But now you can't even get
An ass to kiss you?
The issue is you fight on the
Wrong side of the tissue
You supposed to be the shit
Not try and shit on THE shit
And sit on the wrong side of da pistol
I'd really like to stick you with
The drawing side of a pencil
Or stab chisels right into the
Side of ya mental
That makes them boring rhymes you into
Some of the homies is gay
Maybe we can all get together
And make you a closet
Go to Home Depot this weekend
You know really make it a project
Diz, I would love to get you in
Da ring and make you a hobbit
But, you ain't even religious
So why would I put these crosses on
You just make you a profit?