Callin out Who

Who you're rhymes are to emotional
I throw you in the trash just like you're disposable
You got no defenses you're exposable
I'll start from bottom up so i guess that's you who
You couldn't rhyme if anyone's life depended on you
I need a little more on the emotion
You could get beat by a snail in slow motion
I roll you around like the ocean
I control like venom potion
I'm the type of person that stabs you 25 times in the same spot
Choke you till you're heart stops
Make sure all you're blood clots
You got no idea who you just messed with
You just awoke a legend I'm no longer a myth
So play you're cards
and get slayed form afar

I may have bad grammar
But this is the real world you're no Adam sandler
No use crying over spilled milk
Don't try to evade this bilk
Go ahead and start for a run
You won't make it to far son
I'm about to pop out this gun
If you don't respond and run away
I'll only wait one day
Because You need to step up front and pay
You're only halfway
Now let's have a replay
(Now let's have a replay)
Start running and I'll hunt you down like the kkk

You're the sh*t when you're crapped in the bathroom
Your conventions & grammar sucks more than a vacuum
The trash man when you're taken out I've trashed you
Leave you black & blue then you'll begin to wonder and ask Who?

Scratch at you like I'm partners with Black Panthers
Went through the forums now you're at the last chapters
Stab you back and forth until you call me back stabber
Give you punchlines cuz you're known as 'whacked' rappers

I contradict your name,
Wocka Flocka flame would put your whole talk to written shame
You're job is to quit the game
Cuz I'm the boss when it comes to calls of business claims

I over shadow you we'll call you slim shady
I hear your battle cries but it's enough big baby
I'd punch you harder but I don't like to hit ladies
My flow defecates, leaves you thinking this shits crazy

Like 'Black panthers' you want to sip milk like you in a temper tamper
But a 'Black panther' is no Marshall mathers
You got no counters
'whacked' you're rap is a bit out-of-Whack
A bit abstract
But it's time for you to retract
Before i react
This rap is something you very lacked
'Black and blue' I'm colder than the Grimm-reaper, Leave you thinking you a Jew
You say you got 'Claims' All i see is a 'lame' rapper who lost his flame
And with no touch redirected his blame
I think you worked a little hard on the shady
Talking about ladies 'Who be yelling miss Grady'
You're no emcee
Let's see if you got more against me

Your conventions & grammar sucks more than a vacuum

You're job is to quit the game
Cuz I'm the boss when it comes to calls of business claims

Who brings the heat...what can Deleterious do...?

'Black and blue' I'm colder than the Grimm-reaper, Leave you thinking you a Jew
You say you got 'Claims' All i see is a 'lame' rapper who lost flame

I must admit I like this too...nice way to bring it Deleterious!

More than a 'D' I run the diamonds like I'm Babe Ruth (Deletorious = 1 "D" letter, Diamond = 2D shape)
I'm the next letter 'E' I'm you squared I got this Game Cubed (E=MC²)

I'll slaughter you like Jeffery Dahmer was my father
If you call me 'whack' then I'm a 'swatter,' you fly crawler
You might bring the heat but I'm water and still hotter

This place ain't for the innocent, it's prison
No bars cuz you ain't killin' it, but wishin'
Called me a son? You pedophile stop with these children

You said that rap is something I lack of?
At least I got the 'genes', you ended up a 'slack' job (Genes=jeans, Slack=slacks)
You keep pulling up, should have just kept your straps on (pulling up pants, straps=belt)
A pedo you are? You're the one spoken by Antoine (Antoine Dodson)

'babe ruth' The only thing you run from this the truth
'Who' i ain't playing guessing games so i pick you
'Slack job' well... that's better than a 'jack off'
Jerk-off you still cough
'Heat' I'm bringing the 'ice' you rap like you in 'vanilla ice'
You'd problay cause them to get worse and rap with lice
'prison' I'm in death row
Make you be wishing I finished you off with this final blow
Don't be messing with pros
Everyone knows that you a ***
'jeans' you're a bit outta luck I wear sweats
I already set the bets
Smoke cigarettes I'll make you regret
You're name should be owh OutWhackedByHalf
Time for you to take the aftermath
WhackedHalfOut here can't make a laugh
'son' ok I'll call you Fool
You get fooled like you're seeing 6 pools
Brick stools
I'm fly, but not a 'crawler'
I'm the canceler
I cancel you're raps like a unsteady mantaler
Who Pick your fate
Once you get the 8 ball it's to late

Your new mission is to freakin' quit
It's getting annoying like a little kid
I'll spew venom hissin' from my vicious lips
So get back you brittle hick kissin' d*ck

Enter the jungle then I'm George with the last name 'W'
Final blow? I ain't gay I'm above, I ain't under you
'Who' took the cookie from the cookie jar so I'll crumble you
Imma fill these lines 'till you've had enough of 'Who'

I'm writing you, your cab's here it's a dump truck (writing = riding)
You can't declare a war and still give a thumbs up (Thumb wrestle = I declare war)
Your lines are flat while mine are all pumped up
Smoking cigarettes? I'll smoke you with your lungs done

Say you're a fly? Then I'll swat you down
You're a canceler? Use proper nouns
8 balls too late? Only 2 dropped out
Pick my fate? I'd say, Who won now?

I'll give up you're better than i thought who you just need to use this skill in real life