Let's get angry.

------Lyrics-------
[Shobie]
You’re really pissing me off with
Your cocky fuckin’ attitude
I’m spittin’ it while you cough
Lyrics soundin’ kinda wack dude
Jesus Christ (Aw fuck...)
You need to get a better mic
I can barely understand you
Through your thirty-two kilobytes
I rap with passion, verbal fashion
You’re back with trash and squirtle rappin’
Get mad at me, I have some tea
I'll make a drink from your water gaspin
Shit, you’re making me laugh (*Laugh*)
Pinkie would be jealous of me
Cheer up, find a brighter path
Your music makes me melancholy
Look at my track record, I’m never a quitter (Nope)
Cook my track together while all you’re just littering
Confuse your eastern ass, you’ll need a babysitter
Cause my verse will put you through several months of harsh dither
This ain’t the Special Olympics, but I can see you’re slow
Your mental state is like your waifu: Adagio
Her power is seduction, literally acting like a hoe
Here’s a blacklight, hold it up, she won’t lack a glow

[Dith]
ShobieShy, fuck up with your lowly gripes
I been making con plans, you been making lonely sighs
Holy Christ, I know you still butthurt you ain’t flow with Mic
But that might happen if you did some rapping of the pony type, hold the mic
And wait a minute, where the songs you dedicate to Starlight?
Oh, nowhere - wife part time, you'd give her up to borrow mine
Another lazy tard tries blaming output on a hard life,
In twelve years I’ll make album fifty, you'll be making Bars 5
This the kind of beef I like getting
You ain’t said shit to me yet, you're just complaining bout my mic settings
I'm ready to go Maud, put a rock in your face
And you say you're never a quitter but you're not in the race
Peep the stage, Shy: when you’re on it they pass
Only score when I make kids think you’re ironically ass
So bring that basic shit again and you’ll be eating metal
This is Ponies 403, bitch, get on my reading level, upper class.

[Shobie]
Wow, I’m speechless. Is that all you got?
Low blows about Mic and false lines that ain’t hot
Wait, is this the first time that you’ve ever fought?
Let me prep a lecture for you and your THOT
For starters, your flow is more unstable than a mental patient
Combine that, your mixing and beats, and your skill becomes blatant
Maybe learn a little bit of music, make a discovery
Quality over quantity, you sound like Em on Recovery
Your lines are weak, and you sound real meek
“Man I hate this ShobieShy guy, he sounds like a geek”
Leveled up your rap game over the past decade
But you sound like a starter pack for Artifact. Point conveyed.
[snores] Sorry, but your latest EP bores
Explore and see there’s more to be than a YouTube beat whore
Maybe take that experience and put it into something useful
Come at me bro, for once just write something fruitful.

[Dith]
Shobie's been pretending like he's busy
I fixed my mic and made a damn tape in the time it took you to diss me
Like your ten hour Tumblr ass shots ain't made me laugh enough
The only insult you got left to throw is that I rap too much
Difference 'tween our fans is that I care about mine
So while you sit and beg for crypto I make perilous climbs
And when I'm writing I don't cancel shit, stare in my eyes -
Peep the wordcounts and find that yours is a barely a ninth of mine
I've been doing work, you just lie back sipping
And once a year put out a new track with some Twidash shipping or shit
Stutter accused, cry bout how none of it's true
Two people bought your EP, turns out that one of them's you
My rhymes been getting meatier than shit when I spew raw thoughts
You're trying not to see me like your waifu's bald spot
Quit pretending like you rap, go back to TF2
Older names ain't fucking with the game when D gets rude