Callin All "Fair Voters" ...

[King of Comedy]

And so called "Educated"
Just critique this ish line for line ...

This is a diss against

The Artist formerly known as
PO A SICK FO

Who now goes by "I PO FOES BLOOD"
or somethin like that

I'm from the sewer
I really talk about "shit" I know
PO raps about toasters
Not knowin they go for a grip of "dough"
But white bread
You ain't "ballin" like the pick and roll
'Cause you in bad shape nigga
You sick and po
This faggot's from Texas
I'm pretty sure this hick is "broke"
Or I'll have this pipe sucker
"Leakin" when I slit his throat
I smell blood like a shark, water (marijuana) too
And your clique's not both
You sniffin crack
If you think Classick is "dope"
Somebody lied to you
They sold you the biggest joke
Like buyin Clipper tix
And thinkin they Laker tickets though
You not about to see the stars
Or have half court seats
But in real life, you on the "sideline"
Not the ave or streets
Because you a "chicken"
And real niggas can tell you that
The only "shells" you bust
Are the shells that hatch
This poor farm boy wants me
To think under the veil he's black
You ain't heavy in the streets
You need to "scale" that back
No way his country ass weighin crack
More like hay bails in stacks
You can never go to jail
Or hafta post bail for rap
But you can stay on that killer tip
Wack punches and filler shit
You a lyrical iThug, I shrug
'Cause you still a bitch
It makes no difference to me
I know you livin in peace
You ain't gotta care in the world
Except for dickin your niece
I wanna knock each tooth outta your mouth
When you're bitchin at me
But why, chances are you're probably
Already missin some teeth
-Fortune Hunter

See if you see the significance
My flow is so metaphorical
And has Double Entendre in it

[King of Comedy]

And so called "Educated"
Just critique this ish line for line ...

This is a diss against

The Artist formerly known as
PO A SICK FO

Who now goes by "I PO FOES BLOOD"
or somethin like that

I'm from the sewer
I really talk about "shit" I know
PO raps about toasters
Not knowin they go for a grip of "dough"
But white bread
You ain't "ballin" like the pick and roll
'Cause you in bad shape nigga
You sick and po
This faggot's from Texas
I'm pretty sure this hick is "broke"
Or I'll have this pipe sucker
"Leakin" when I slit his throat
I smell blood like a shark, water (marijuana) too
And your clique's not both
You sniffin crack
If you think Classick is "dope"
Somebody lied to you
They sold you the biggest joke
Like buyin Clipper tix
And thinkin they Laker tickets though
You not about to see the stars
Or have half court seats
But in real life, you on the "sideline"
Not the ave or streets
Because you a "chicken"
And real niggas can tell you that
The only "shells" you bust
Are the shells that hatch
This poor farm boy wants me
To think under the veil he's black
You ain't heavy in the streets
You need to "scale" that back
No way his country ass weighin crack
More like hay bails in stacks
You can never go to jail
Or hafta post bail for rap
But you can stay on that killer tip
Wack punches and filler shit
You a lyrical iThug, I shrug
'Cause you still a bitch
It makes no difference to me
I know you livin in peace
You ain't gotta care in the world
Except for dickin your niece
I wanna knock each tooth outta your mouth
When you're bitchin at me
But why, chances are you're probably
Already missin some teeth
-Fortune Hunter

See if you see the significance
My flow is so metaphorical
And has Double Entendre in it