Suck it up

Go on and suck it up,

You think you won the race

Bruh, chill

You’re coming in last place

Lame-ass homie,

I’ll buy your flimsy neck a brace

And then I’ll come and sign it, to rub it in your face

You wanna run against me,

We’ll see a whole-ass tragedy

For your whole-ass family

And whoever writes your weak-ass eulogy

I wonder what they’ll say?

That you should have cooled it and ran the fuck away!

Cuz unlike you, tool, I ain’t tryna play

I know you’re just yearning for a little clout,

But fucking around is not the way

You’ll find out, but please don’t pout

Bruh, you betta chill chill chill

You keep tryin’ me, something’s messy’s gonna spill

Guts all on the grass,

Bet— it’ll be your ass!

I’m warning you

You goddamn fool

This your one and only chance

Cluck, cluck little chick

Better bail quick

Or wind up shittin’ in your pants

Bitch you done?

Or you still looking for a fight?

I swear I am not the one

So drop your fucking sight

Wormy lil itch, NEVER look me in my eye

Squirm away lil bitch, unless you plan to die

Dainty-ass phony, you fragile as stained-glass

And you smell like goddamn doo-doo, you forget to wipe your ass?

I’m cool with my homies but never with try-hards

The way you grumbling n’ stumbling, you earned the disregard

If you’re dumb enough to be enemies with me, I guess that’s not your fault

But fuck off right away or learn a lesson in assault

I won’t swing first but this fist has got a worser thirst

Go and step up bruh, if you’re ready for the hurt

I’ll pepper your ugly mug with punchlines right and left

Give your baby-smooth face a brand new booty cleft

And then, I think, that’s when the slaps begin

You acting like a baby so I’ll spank your fucking chin

One last thing for you bitch, and you best remember this:

You the one who wanted smoke, well sucka here it is

You played with flames so don’t complain about the burn,

Fucking loser suck it up, ‘fore I put you in an urn

And when it rankles in your lungs, you’ll just land where you belong

Coughing’ in your coffin— bitch it won’t be long!

Here’s the smoke, go on, suck it up- and not another word!

Every time you try to speak I think I smell a turd

So shut your mouth just like the game is mum

Or I’ll send little crummy dummy crying for his mom

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Authors note:

My son has been listening to lots of Tupac and Kendrick lately, mostly diss tracks.

No complaints! The music is bomb.

This diss-poem is just for fun. My way of laughing at the silly, adversarial, knee-jerk anger I sometimes feel over perceived slights; like when someone drives too slow or chews too loud. Interrupting those absurd thoughts quickly dismantles them.

:)