You’re the most boring on site. I bring the forums to life —
Bitch it takes more than just writing a lot to get an audience hyped.
You haven’t fallen in line, so I’ll have you fall in a line
My wordplays first rate. Since you arose, I’m the thorn in your side
causing you strife. The insufferable prick under your skin
I cut you to ribbons, drew blood from within just to watch you suffer my sting.
The punishment lingers, if only your skills were as good as your English
motherfucker convinced us his Viking name was Muttaring Gibbrish.
Pussy you’re Finnish-ed, I already left you for dead
I give a fuck about your mother tongue. She gives terrible head.
You buried your enemies at sea? Guess our people are different
but in keep with tradition, imma leave you to sleep with the fishes.
I took leave for a minute, been on holiday with the fam
Took flight like your punchlines. We’re both still waiting to land.
Norway is so trash even your summer’s cold and grey…
If I did ever break the ice, then your home today would float away.
Make no mistake, you’re friendzoned by every bitch you’ve texted
Last time you sat up burning the midnight oil… your igloo melted.
It’s pathetic. Any wack motherfucker can get it
To me you’re just one and the same, like the number eleven.
Pussy. Discredit my crew again and we’re all after ya
You’ll go from steady as a fjord, to as unsteady as a Ford Anglia.
You’re an out of sorts battler. Let’s keep this facts:
Norwegians your first language, but you’ll still Finnish second to me in that.
Your styles really bad. You’re talking to whom?
Fuck your northern lights. My LED bulbs change colour soon as I walk in the room.
Dead all the buffoonery, you’re totally washed
and we’re just spitballing. Like your girls excuse when she chokes on my cock.
It’s over for Quantum, this chumps immaterial.
Let’s see you cry over spilt milk when I leave you slumped in your cereal.
You can’t touch the material I’m freeing solo
This caveman’s the reason all Neanderthals got the prefix “Homo”.
Dweeb just no show whenever I diss ya
The most Viking thing about you is that you’ve slept with your sister.
Get with the picture. I’m wanting more than you’ve got in store.
You wanna spicy meatball to chew on? I’ll drop my boxer shorts.
Not a pause in sight. You’re not hiphop, it’s rock you’re playing to death.
You’re a lot less Valhalla, and more Van Halen instead.
You can’t claim you’re the best just because of the quantity you post
Ironically QC could sure use some quality control…
That comedy you wrote had no venom, it’s so bad just stop now
shoulda sat and dropped out showing Ami no acid like organic compounds.
Scrap your jot downs, you’re the worst in the room
A couple tiers beneath my eye level. That’s how murderers move.
Word to my goons, because god you trash
and not even good remotely, like the Roku app.
You send shots through Black, get left high and dry after
of course you were Thinking About Me. Fans idolise rappers.