Rembrandt Diss Freestyle by Emperor Aguila Lyrics

[Intro]
Rembrandt, who the fuck are you?
Are you trying to diss me?
What the...who even are you?
I haven't even heard of you before
This stupid damn beef that you put me up to
What the fuck...I don't even know
I'm just about to own your career
Nah...I'm just kidding
This is just for fun
Good luck...you are probably going to beat me
Alright...'bout to go in

[Verse]
Is this motherfucka trying to diss me?
There's about to be a killing, really
I was gone, did you mothafuckas miss me?
Nah...you didn't, but I'm still winnin'
Your bars are weak, cars are bleak
Your raps are corny, your bitch is horny
For my dick, I win mothafucka
Does it matter? You say, you slay, PYSCH
I'll serve you on a platter, bad rapper
I'll put your shitty crap raps down the crapper
You fapper, your a raper of the paper of
Music, you abuse it, you loser
Your irrelevant, an inferior IQ
You sound clueless when you say I lose
I'll murder this beat like I'll murder you
Accept the facts...nobody has every heard of you
Mothafucka, mothafucka, yes you suck ya
Have to namedrop my songs, what the fuck bruh?
I've been rapping for a while, more than you
Did I also mention that I'm important too?
You think you are better than me?
You must be senile son
Well...fuck this shit
I fucking suck at freestyling
Emp