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ATGE
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Snake (Tom Bach Diss)
Fucks wit it
[Hopsin - Language Arts Diss/Tom Bach - Say Im Raw] Homie you not the man You ain't even got no fans Ill beat you over the head with my mommas pots and pans You shouldn't wanna rhyme Cause the only fan you have is the one you cool off with in summertime
[Intro: Bucket Head] Oooh this shits hot... so is your mom nigga! aha I ate that ass doe (aha!) hannnh Ooh my headphones came out, i dont even need to hear myself though. hannnh (ATGE) oh we still going? (fuck tom bach!) thats why i fucked your bitch you fat mother fucker!
[Verse 1: Mr. Vegas Rap] Yo lets get this straight, you not a rapper, you a little girl All you do is bitch and whine, at different times you spin and twirl Hit rewind and get to mine, this bitch you'll find is finna hurl aw..... Now i got to deal with 2 veteran NARC's And you better than ARK But dude, never you start With crews set in the dark Its loose headed you are NINELIVES motherfucker, you'll 'gret it tomar We smarter than yall Cuz i recorded the calls And now i have it on tape On how this faggot is fake Why the fuck would you call yourself a 'cracka', you crepe Might eat you, yikes! Mike beat you twice And your still comming back for the beef you dyke?! You reluctant little bitch Bet you touchin little kids And you fucking wit a clique That ain't bluffin with their shit And im telling you youll not find Any of us jock lines Saying i ain't making paper i went out and got mine He took hopsins verse and then just spit it on a diffrent track Dissses me and i ain't even wanna diss em back And this is wack but listen that was chicken scratch I ain't on some dissin crap Im just tryna spit the facts And tell the world his shit is wack uh Bitch you a fake little fuck Leave you taped to a truck Shove your face in yo guts Till you tasting ya nuts Bitch you a 'One Man Army' But guns can't harm me Got nine lives bitch its a pussy you call me? Well, we are what we eat, you a cock, you a chicken You a self made bitch should be moppin the kitchen And i got a fucking list how you not could be living Given different circumstances Im the fuckin devil that you do not wanna dance with Come and take your chances Ill leave you running pantsless Murderin these tracks you would think my brothers Manson
[Verse 2: Flexx Kid] Said its Flexx Kid man i kill it freestylin' Hit the blunt long man something like the island Cuz Tom Bach i got ya mom on my cock And im never gonna stop Cuz you know my flow is hot You need to fuckin quit it Cuz you fuckin wack and you think you spit the illest Huhh you niggas thought i just stopped But i ain't fuckins stop cuz know my flow is hot and...fuck this
[Verse 3: Mike Reallity & King Ultimatum] YO FUCK TOM BACH YOUR A MOTHER FUCKING PUSSY [King Ultimatum] Using hatred and pure motivation to come and push me And uh wait wait woah woah what the fuck is goin on yo DJ! DJ! yo fix it [Mike Reallity] Crush ya shit, go suck a dick cuz your more of a flamer than a motherfucking candle wick [King Ultimatum] Freestyle on the track Put Tom Bach in the truck of the back of the map Listen, im changing my ways.. You know what guys fuck it, i jus- i just can't yo yo i can't do this like yo i have i have asthma you know i can't, the beat keeps fucking up, and yeah the DJ doesnt know what the fuck hes doing..Tom Bachs a fuckin prick, i just you know what just let me just change the beat alright i promise you i will kill it like facts alright yo yo thats it alright alright stop it stop it Uh yo Hold up just a minute (what) You thought i was done See Tom Bach's just a pussy whos just in it for the fun Nine Lives, ATGE bitches now its time to run Got the king up on the scenery Ain't nobody beating me See everybody's talking shit yeah no one is believing me Yo now i get an extra verse cuz it looks like you have beef with me Stealing Hopsin's verses on a track man-bitch please! After this fucking song youll get ripped knees Get up off the floor, tell me how my dick tastes How you wanna fight us when you got a bitch face Stealing bars is not a trophy its a disgrace I told you once before that i will murk you and your bitch Grace Hatred,i feel it rise Back down, its not my time Everybody see me rise Flying striaght right in the sky And everybody knows im killin See me on the sofa chilling In some years I'll make a million But for right now, Tom Bach im spilling Uh watch Ultimatum rise Killing this mother fucker take his head, his prize Yo you see me killing this track When i say Tom Bach, say WHO THE FUCK IS THAT! Bitch! ahaha yo keep that in there
[Outro: Vegas, Flex Kid, Gardy, Joan, Dubbz & Rich] Wait, one fo-one more thing before we leave this...Tom Bach (your a pussy) R.I.P. (bitch) (suck a dick!) rapping impersonating pussy (nine lives) R.I.P. bitch! uhh lets get it. ha polo errythang. (flex kid we out chea) designer everything. wit yo fake ass polo and shit nigga hah bitch. loso in case you didn't know so. yeah, sosa for life! free sosa. haha free my nigga fredo,free my nigga tony. lets get it, nine lives
[Mike Reallity] Fuck Tom Bach, your a mother fucking pussy Saying how your rhymes are hard, they just fucking mushy Ill eat you, like some mother fuckin sushi Dont get me started with the fact that you called me a cracka Cuz your fuckin whiter than me, only difference is your rhymes are whacker Dont let me catch you near my town mother fucker ill smack ya Talking bout how you have a gun? bitch my rhymes are a dagger
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