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atge - snake (tom bach diss) lyrics

f-cks 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 sh-ts hot… so is your mom n-gg-! aha
i ate that -ss doe (aha!) hannnh
ooh my headphones came out, i dont even need to hear myself though. hannnh
(atge) oh we still going? (f-ck tom bach!) thats why i f-cked your b-tch you fat mother f-cker!

[verse 1: mr. vegas rap]
yo lets get this straight, you not a rapper, you a little girl
all you do is b-tch and whine, at different times you spin and twirl
hit rewind and get to mine, this b-tch 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 motherf-cker, you’ll ‘gret it tomar
we smarter than yall
cuz i recorded the calls
and now i have it on tape
on how this f-ggot is fake
why the f-ck 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 dyk-?!
you reluctant little b-tch
bet you touchin little kids
and you f-cking wit a clique
that ain’t bluffin with their sh-t
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 cr-p
im just tryna spit the facts
and tell the world his sh-t is wack uh
b-tch you a fake little f-ck
leave you taped to a truck
shove your face in yo guts
till you tasting ya nuts
b-tch you a “one man army”
but guns can’t harm me
got nine lives b-tch its a p-ssy you call me?
well, we are what we eat, you a c-ck, you a chicken
you a self made b-tch should be moppin the kitchen
and i got a f-cking list how you not could be living
given different circ-mstances
im the f-ckin 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 c-ck
and im never gonna stop
cuz you know my flow is hot
you need to f-ckin quit it
cuz you f-ckin wack and you think you spit the illest
huhh you n-gg-s thought i just stopped
but i ain’t f-ckins stop cuz know my flow is hot and…f-ck this

[verse 3: mike reallity & king ultimatum]
yo f-ck tom bach your a mother f-cking p-ssy
[king ultimatum]
using hatred and pure motivation to come and push me
and uh wait wait woah woah what the f-ck is goin on yo dj! dj! yo fix it
[mike reallity]
crush ya sh-t, go suck a d-ck cuz your more of a flamer than a motherf-cking 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 f-ck 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 f-cking up, and yeah the dj doesnt know what the f-ck hes doing..tom bachs a f-ckin pr-ck, 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 p-ssy whos just in it for the fun
nine lives, atge b-tches now its time to run
got the king up on the scenery
ain’t n-body beating me
see everybody’s talking sh-t 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-b-tch please!
after this f-cking song youll get ripped knees
get up off the floor, tell me how my d-ck tastes
how you wanna fight us when you got a b-tch face
stealing bars is not a trophy its a disgrace
i told you once before that i will murk you and your b-tch 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 f-cker take his head, his prize
yo you see me killing this track
when i say tom bach, say who the f-ck is that!
b-tch! 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 p-ssy) r.i.p. (b-tch) (suck a d-ck!) rapping impersonating p-ssy (nine lives) r.i.p. b-tch! uhh lets get it. ha polo errythang. (flex kid we out chea) designer everything. wit yo fake -ss polo and sh-t n-gg- hah b-tch. loso in case you didn’t know so. yeah, sosa for life! free sosa. haha free my n-gg- fredo,free my n-gg- tony. lets get it, nine lives

[mike reallity]
f-ck tom bach, your a mother f-cking p-ssy
saying how your rhymes are hard, they just f-cking mushy
ill eat you, like some mother f-ckin sushi
dont get me started with the fact that you called me a cracka
cuz your f-ckin whiter than me, only difference is your rhymes are whacker
dont let me catch you near my town mother f-cker ill smack ya
talking bout how you have a gun? b-tch my rhymes are a dagger

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