I forgot to post this the other day
I asked it to write a diss about Germs after I told it some stuff about him
Yo, listen up, I got a story to tell, 'Bout this dude named Germs, living in South Carolina, all is not well.
He's still dressing like it's 2002, Wearing baggy jeans, and a chain or two.
But that's not the worst part, let me tell you straight, This guy's a germaphobe, can't touch a thing, can't relate.
He's always washing his hands, using sanitizer and such, But still, he's afraid of catching a cold, his mind's in a clutch.
Germs, you better watch out, you're not a threat to me, You're more like a speck of dust that nobody can see.
You're stuck in the past, and that's okay, But don't think for a second that you're hot, like a summer's day.
You're more like a cold, a nuisance that we can all do without, So step aside and let me take the stage, I'll show you what freestyling's all about.
So to sum it up, Germs, you're just a figment of imagination, A relic of the past, a mere fascination.
I'm the present and the future, the real deal, And when it comes to freestyling, I'm the one who's got the skill.
