come up with better drake diss lines than meek mill

[TL15]

If I was Meek I would use the Allen Iverson "Practice" speech as my intro and talk about how Drake is light work for him (sticking with the sports theme that Drake started)

How you gon' shyt on my city (since he tried to with the coverart)
You pretty...you not gritty
you soft you top titty
get popped..I'm not diddy//
you tough?... Quentin wrote your shyt...you ain't never that
the best I ever had...You'll never have
You wrote charged up...they don't remember that
then you had #2...that was a better jab//
I'll never get bodied by a singing nikka
we catch bodies...I was in the county for more than swinging nikka
If I hit the scene them things is screaming nikka
6 God? Come meet the streets of Philly's demon nikka//
You had everybody singing out "back to back"
You was on tv...you need to go back to that
You're acts a wrap...you an acting cat
mad at me? Naw nikka I'm just rappin facts//

 

[TheKang]

Dude is not a factor we knowin' he fakes
I will crumble this Soft GRAHAM,cracker like a cheesecake
Simpin' guys with inconsistent lies
My record overshadow this Aub a$$ Nikka call me Crimson Tide
Never playing back to back rather keep my 5minutes any day
You was on Degrassi...but your styles more WHO'S LINE IS IT ANYWAY?!

 

[Denzel_Saucegton]

He was runnin' through the six degrees of seperation

Bar for bar his disses need better preparation

It may be my girl's tour but we stackin chips

All these Toronto 6 nikkas and bytches good for is smacking lips

 

[Music Fiend]

Throwin bottles over bytches, and you never been starstruck?
yall catching feeling for a hoe, she was sucking us all up

It's a renegade, if I been a snake, you been a slave
baby bottom bytch, he been pimpin you since 23
baby powder soft, everything you say ull have to answer too
pull the thang on you, soil ya shirt and ya pampers to

 

[Lifer11]

Drizzyyyy..is that all u got, that weak shyt?
I really hope thats just the bait, i love the sweet shyt
im with nicki in a suite, just one last tweet kid
and then im divin in the box, ull rest in peace kid
cause i got shooters on ya ass, some killers with me now
while we was cookin up the crack, you was on disney pal
and i aint glorifying, the shyt i seen was horrifying
if this was real beef ud meet the steel by tomorrow cause i,
dont play no games with some hoe ass lames like you, i,
grew up in pain while you was on the sound stage u je...joke...

cant even pull ya card for real or ill get blackballed
next time i see u with the team might have to smack yall
and i mean all of yall fukk the 6 man fukk ya click
the funny thing ya make ya money off'a dusty chicks,
singing lil love songs..we know that aint the truth
we know that deep down ur a homo, no need for proof
the chicks u do pull u fukk once n leave like u cool
but all'a them are just groupie chicks u play for a fool
no chick with clout would ever run with u clown
she sees ya limp wrist demeanor she aint gone fukk with u now
and let a grown ass man try pissin on me, if u even think about the movies u get PTSD
and if u think about Puff here comes the panic attack, u said u dont do them shyts, but take a xanax relax,
kick back, ill kick raps while u go back to solely acting homie,
cause when ur in the booth its only fruitcakes that be backing u homie
u got the hipsters and the yuppies and the chicks kiddo
i got the streets u know the ones thats movin bricks kiddo
just imagine if it popped off..thats not yall lane
u'd call jimmy, or bm, or the cops, yall lame
im bout to put this shyt to rest cause u aint worth my breath
u can cry all night for rih rih, my dreamgirls in my bed...night night

 

[Trapped]

"I hate the Drake", well that's my new "Motto",
Champagne Papi, let's test your head with a few bottles,
second Steve Stoute, slapped and scared to leave ya house,
remember when them goons almost pissed in your mouth,
then Puffy almost took your bling on the spot,
go ahead, get some battle rhymes from King of the Dot,
call Pat Stay, you half gay and from fukkin' Canada?
you probably spend all your money on your marketing manager,
you mad because I exposed the bytch in you?
Common saw it first, now let me expose the invisible,
the shyt behind the scenes, how he don't write his verses,
and where this low down fakkit satisfies his urges,
now here's a rapper that kills Drake and all of his guards,
Meek Mill, let's send this singer back to Debarge...

 

[wickedsm]

The couple of posts above are already better than anything Meek spit on his diss

Seriously, there's so much ammo to use on Drake it was almost impossible to fukk it up but somehow Meek managed to do just that

snake clown ass fool went to a knife fight with a gun
forgot the bullets
and couldnt figure out how to pistol whip somebody

 

[wickedsm]

Yall stop trying to crowdfund Meeks next diss.
thats ghostwriting.

 

[Poetical Poltergeist]

You fukked up Aubrey,

let's take it old school

yo​

Once upon a time there was this fagget named Aubrey,
Grew up rich, but was spoiled and anwry,
Sensitive as a teen but made a name for himself,
Got a TV show now he playing himself,
Little did we know he was about to blow,
Jewing his way into the rap game for sho,
Released a couple tapes and before you know,
Dude signed and featured like he was a pro,
But there's a name for dudes who don't pay no dues,
This is hip hop Aubrey and u didn't follow the rules,
You changed up your flow after u got down south,
All of sudden, u someone else,
maybe it was subconscious your name rhymes with fake,
They say if u dissing platinum artists it's all hate,
But I see through this one dimensional act,
When u don't write your rhymes all you are is an act,

Chorus
Once upon a time there was this dude name Aubrey,
Had a bytch name cuz he acts like an Aubrey,
Doesn't write his own rhymes, cuz he's fake as hell,
Just another bytch nikka i have to break down ,

So this fagget got big and started selling mad records,
Spitting girly shyt just to drop hit makers,
But he also tried to act hard in his vids,
Mean mugging like he about whoop some kids,
But I must remind you where this lame really came from,
He ain't from no streets he never made his name from,
Came through the ranks but he never earned it,
overrated ass artist not even a wordsmith,
Never held no chrome probably can't even lift it,
took a swing at my neck but the oreo missed it,
People saying it's career suicide don't risk it,
But there's one more verse nikka I ain't even dissed yet,

chorus

So you say u never been star struck by a bytch?
Like you ain't mister simp now u wanna flip?
U said u wanted to marry Nicki,
But she wit me nikka, u must be feeling tipsy,
So let me slap your drunk in love ass sober,
No way ima let a fraud, claim to be the god,
I did a bid just for the experience,
U talking tough is beyond hilarious,
You and OVO, but i got your ovaries on overload,
I give birth to your style, until you got a ghostwriter to overflow your corny flow,
anyone who respects you after being exposed,
it just a plant like you, or just trying to stay afloat,
cuz in 2015 the rap game done changed,
nikkas just switched off their brains,
this fraud been in my aim, this is chess nikka,
u ain't best nikka,
even if u claim it,
nikkas is shameless,
A shame to see u on a billboard with real rappers,
Pac was an actor but he was a Real Rapper,
u ain't shyt, I flow back to back on your back to back,
Call me twitter fingers nikka I'll ether you through email,
Dude posing as a black male,
More like a single white female,
Serving you pronto
Slapping this Sancho from Toronto
Only in his dreams will he be the head honcho,
The gloves are off nikka, I will make your blackness rub off nikka,
hopefully rap will never become like you,
just soft, nikka

 

[thegreatest]

yall goin in now Damn!

 

[Flay Mayweather]

you charged up?
you energized?
you still keep that rabbit by your bedside

drizzy, we aint forget Cap made it drizzle

piss piss drizz drizz

you let anotha man piss on you :just4wow:

 

[thatdude954]

dont ask me
how this bytch nikka from degrassi
thnk he cann stand next to me
Meek milly from philly aint afraid to slap milli vanilli silly till nikki come tell me
hit him no mo
he dont want the 4 4 so ill give him 16 to show the world he a groupie ho
you think i give a fukk about the anaconda video? you drooling over her
Im fukking your dream girl, just the way it go (Safari you aint shyt)
He think he a real nikka, Mr.OVO
YOu the biggest captain save a ho the world never got to know
fall in love whenever a stripper touch the pole
homo from toronto, he black faced the public
only time schlomo touched white is when weezy and baby would run him
you gon act like best i ever had wasnt about Quinten mill ?
he the only reason you got a deal
that and the game needed a new light skin bytch to sing Rnb
down lowkey,
we know what you did to come up
This little fakkit got me pissed off
so he bout to get pissed on (again)
then shyt on
the shyt is on
boy i been charged up

(sing like the back to back chorus)
how you forgot dikk sucking put you on the map?
You probably coulda signed weekNd if you went back to that
But youll never have my bytch and i bet thats a fact
who let a cracker named aubrey into rap?
But i bet Meek milly put an end to that
end to that

 

[USSInsiders]

Gotta say it with the pusha flow

How you call yourself the GOAT, when you never even wrote/
While you was huggin' Nicki man, my dikk was in her throat/

 

[Deltron]

D ude you're a fukking lame

R etard, you had to go fullly to get into the game

A nother canadian who's insane

K now your fukking lane

E at a dikk too, you Canadian David Blaine

The Game's better off with your name

Fraud claims to fame

 

[Sccit]

ILL GHOSTWRITE AN ETHERESQUE VERSE FOR MILL, BUT I NEED THE MONEY UPFRONT.