Diss aimed at two internet groupies

Two nutcases who keep making fools of themselves, constantly fighting over Eminem are getting on my nerves lol So I wanted to diss them on a freestyle which is also a good recreation before working on more serious projects…Enjoy:)
Ayo, this is what happens when Stan meets Groupie Love
Gotta get this shit outta my chest
May you both not in peace rest, you are under arrest, don’t ever try my forces to test
I gotta put some fear into this scary groupie atmosphere
I spread like a bad bird flu’ virus, I am epidemic, sarcastic , pandemic
My words are bombastic, drastic against the psychotic
You pollute the air, pulling each other’s hair, how much are you in despair
You need to compare to each other, you unhealthy pair
Running after a multimillionaire (stupid golddiggaz/ fake female wiggaz)
Spreading your insults on Sirius, damn you nearly made ICP look serious (haha)
Let me call V Sinizter Out Da Cosmos to harm you and bring you back to planet earth!
Better pray for your spiritual rebirth, gotta express mirth watching what you both are worth (no motherfucking penny haha)
Stan you ain’t no fan, I’d rather call you a stupid ass kisser
Licking Illwayz’ nuts praising his music
thinking it was produced by Nathan Mathers,
this is how your credibility in no time shatters
Trying to set up some lame rhyme, stupid mime, just wasting your time
Thinking you’ll divorce (in order to marry Marshall, better bump against a wall, spreading your nutcase SOS call)
Fool go back to reality you ugly ass face
You’s a disgrace , I’ll give you the coup de grace, you’s a mental case!
You gonna lose the race, somebody needs to punch you right in the face
And make you embrace facts the way they are
You ought to know that the 4 whack lines you’re calling raps
Are similar to an illiterate’s lyrical attempt written in caps
Two faced bitches get off Em’s dick, this shit is sick,
Groupie Love, I grant you the lips and the tits
But what am I gonna say about something gay
Like Happy Hump Day
Don’t call love a feeling that could be defined as lust
People like you in no time I bust, you’re a total disgust
Thinking you’re a sweet talker when everybody knows you’s a Hailie stalker
Misspelling her name, proclaim yourself a promoter, and playing a dirty game
You lame bitches all sound the same, no personality, no name
Star struck, running after each single buck,
asking yourselves how many dicks you’ll have to suck
Oh moms, good luck! Before you get Em’s (haha)
Stan and Groupie Love just mentioned above are mad
And so fucking sad cuz Em can’t be their Superman
Get a life instead of claiming « I’m Eminem’s next to be wife! »
So now shut up Stan or I’ll smash you up you ugly ass hoe
Don’t talk about my tattoo, boo
Remember there are so many dirty details I could expose
Just under your nose!
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