Finesse.

My dear friend Matt’s Nicki Minaj diss♥♥

“I spit it automatic; I am a production line selling all your assets. Flow so flexible I’m calling it elastic and that’s because my shit ain’t plastic ha ha ha ha, oh, you think you the bestest? Well I’m better and Ima leave some blood on your cashmere sweater. What’s the matter harajuku honey? Why the stink face? Pissed cause a lil white faggot took ya place? Calm down, no need to get them titties in a bunch it don’t surprise me you’ll have a new pair in a month. With an even fatter ass better get some new pumps, to hold up all that dead weight, you better wait bitch I’d hate for you to make a fake fool out of yourself. Too late, I’m cancerous a detriment to your health, where the fuck the welfare checks this bitch needs some help, a little harness and a walker cuz she can’t stand by herself. She’s a fembot! Some assembly is needed, her appendages rot in a ditch that’s where she sleepin, for the rest of the time being. Oh I’m sorry that’s RIP to miss NIC, you see, I ain’t fuckin round with these frontin ass hoes, I gotta Prada body bag, with Louis tags for your toes, box ya up real good like a UPS package, cause this bitch had the nerve to try and act like she’s savage.”

—Matthew Cunning.