ATGE - Snake (Tom Bach Diss) Lyrics
*****s wit it[Hopsin - Language Arts Diss/Tom Bach - Say Im Raw]Homie you not the manYou ain't even got no fansIll beat you over the head with my mommas pots and pansYou shouldn't wanna rhymeCause 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! ahaI ate that ass doe (aha!) hannnhOoh my headphones came out, i dont even need to hear myself though. hannnh(ATGE) oh we still going? (***** tom bach!) thats why i *****ed your ***** you fat mother *****er![Verse 1: Mr. Vegas Rap]Yo lets get this straight, you not a rapper, you a little girlAll you do is ***** and whine, at different times you spin and twirlHit rewind and get to mine, this ***** you'll find is finna hurl aw.....Now i got to deal with 2 veteran NARC'sAnd you better than ARKBut dude, never you startWith crews set in the darkIts loose headed you areNINELIVES mother*****er, you'll 'gret it tomarWe smarter than yallCuz i recorded the callsAnd now i have it on tapeOn how this faggot is fakeWhy the ***** would you call yourself a "cracka", you crepeMight eat you, yikes!Mike beat you twiceAnd your still comming back for the beef you dyke?!You reluctant little *****Bet you touchin little kidsAnd you *****ing wit a cliqueThat ain't bluffin with their shitAnd im telling you youll not findAny of us jock linesSaying i ain't making paper i went out and got mineHe took hopsins verse and then just spit it on a diffrent trackDissses me and i ain't even wanna diss em backAnd this is wack but listen that was chicken scratchI ain't on some dissin crapIm just tryna spit the factsAnd tell the world his shit is wack uh***** you a fake little *****Leave you taped to a truckShove your face in yo gutsTill you tasting ya nuts***** you a "One Man Army"But guns can't harm meGot nine lives ***** its a ***** you call me?Well, we are what we eat, you a *****, you a chickenYou a self made ***** should be moppin the kitchenAnd i got a *****ing list how you not could be livingGiven different circumstancesIm the *****in devil that you do not wanna dance withCome and take your chancesIll leave you running pantslessMurderin 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 islandCuz Tom Bach i got ya mom on my *****And im never gonna stopCuz you know my flow is hotYou need to *****in quit itCuz you *****in wack and you think you spit the illestHuhh you niggas thought i just stoppedBut i ain't *****ins stop cuz know my flow is hot and...***** this[Verse 3: Mike Reallity & King Ultimatum]YO ***** TOM BACH YOUR A MOTHER *****ING *****[King Ultimatum]Using hatred and pure motivation to come and push meAnd uh wait wait woah woah what the ***** 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 mother*****ing candle wick[King Ultimatum]Freestyle on the trackPut Tom Bach in the truck of the back of the mapListen, im changing my ways..You know what guys ***** 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 *****ing up, and yeah the DJ doesnt know what the ***** hes doing..Tom Bachs a *****in 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 itUh yoHold up just a minute (what)You thought i was doneSee Tom Bach's just a ***** whos just in it for the funNine Lives, ATGE *****es now its time to runGot the king up on the sceneryAin't nobody beating meSee everybody's talking shit yeah no one is believing meYo now i get an extra verse cuz it looks like you have beef with meStealing Hopsin's verses on a track man-***** please!After this *****ing song youll get ripped kneesGet up off the floor, tell me how my dick tastesHow you wanna fight us when you got a ***** faceStealing bars is not a trophy its a disgraceI told you once before that i will murk you and your ***** GraceHatred,i feel it riseBack down, its not my timeEverybody see me riseFlying striaght right in the skyAnd everybody knows im killinSee me on the sofa chillingIn some years I'll make a millionBut for right now, Tom Bach im spillingUh watch Ultimatum riseKilling this mother *****er take his head, his prizeYo you see me killing this trackWhen i say Tom Bach, say WHO THE ***** IS THAT!*****! 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 *****) R.I.P. (*****) (suck a dick!) rapping impersonating ***** (nine lives) R.I.P. *****! uhh lets get it. ha polo errythang. (flex kid we out chea) designer everything. wit yo fake ass polo and shit nigga hah *****. 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]***** Tom Bach, your a mother *****ing *****Saying how your rhymes are hard, they just *****ing mushyIll eat you, like some mother *****in sushiDont get me started with the fact that you called me a crackaCuz your *****in whiter than me, only difference is your rhymes are whackerDont let me catch you near my town mother *****er ill smack yaTalking bout how you have a gun? ***** my rhymes are a dagger
