Danny Florio - Coffin Closer (Pa**ionate MC Diss) lyrics

f** a Pa**ionate, play time and talking over Off this poser, hit you with the coffin closer Your appearance image looking like the weirdest gimmick Now you gearing near the limit, your career is finished Call your fans a**a**ins, activate a barrier Everything you do, you a**a**inate your character They like your stolen bars, copying the sk**s They f**ed and not know it, you like Cosby with the pills Body with the chills, most see the cold in you No need for roasting you, Joe Lee's exposing you You ain't an O.G., most see the hoe in you Matter fact this the second battle and you 0 for 2 A big fish in a small pond, you hate to face How I set you up, this biter gonna take the bait Said you better than Eminem, you scandalous How a fan of Canibus turn to Stanibus If you plan to diss, serve you like a party platter Dissing Marshall Mathers even though you hardly matter Using him for fame, dub a line and keep recorded Justify the reason for it just to seem important Bit Chino XL with that kilt line Switched around the words a little, made it still rhyme Lie to people rhyming evil like your writing's lethal Chop suey, won't spare ribs since you Biting Chino Paying homage, this fake got screwed more You do the same sh** Drake got sued for Sitting all in fear, spitting more severe You calling me a cripple, but I crippled your career Failed at parenting, your daughter thinks you living larger Didn't bother, hits you harder you a sh**ty father Doing shows while your wife's at home, you can't deny All your antics hide the man inside who can't provide She's buying diapers while you rap, you ain't a family guy Tell that tramp to buy a proper fitting pamper size Make this dude suffer, really you should use rubbers Just a b**h, so your daughter got two mothers Had to lie to wife her acting like you signed from cyphers How this lying biter way too poor to buy a diaper Plus you single now, your wife left you misery Hitting up Crystallee to give her D admittedly You weren't good enough, salty dude who's dumb and bland Divorced you for another man forcing you to f** your hand You do Team Back Pack, never writing songs Only cyphers once a year that you rhyming on You're supposed to carry back packs, very true It's funny that you need a back pack to carry you You never dropped an album, we can't rely on you So how you pa**ionate when all the pa**ion died in you