ATGE - Snake (Tom Bach Diss) lyrics

rate me

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<br />

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