ATGE - Snake (Tom Bach Diss) lyrics

f**s 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**s hot... so is your mom n***a! aha I ate that a** doe (aha!) hannnh Ooh my headphones came out, i dont even need to hear myself though. hannnh (ATGE) oh we still going? (f** tom bach!) thats why i f**ed your b**h you fat mother f**er! [Verse 1: Mr. Vegas Rap] Yo lets get this straight, you not a rapper, you a little girl All you do is b**h and whine, at different times you spin and twirl Hit rewind and get to mine, this b**h 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**er, 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** 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 b**h Bet you touchin little kids And you f**ing wit a clique That ain't bluffin with their sh** 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 sh** is wack uh b**h you a fake little f** Leave you taped to a truck Shove your face in yo guts Till you tasting ya nuts b**h you a "One Man Army" But guns can't harm me Got nine lives b**h its a p**y you call me? Well, we are what we eat, you a co*k, you a chicken You a self made b**h should be moppin the kitchen And i got a f**ing list how you not could be living Given different circumstances Im the f**in 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 k** it freestylin' Hit the blunt long man something like the island Cuz Tom Bach i got ya mom on my co*k And im never gonna stop Cuz you know my flow is hot You need to f**in quit it Cuz you f**in wack and you think you spit the illest Huhh you n***as thought i just stopped But i ain't f**ins stop cuz know my flow is hot and...f** this [Verse 3: Mike Reallity & King Ultimatum] YO fu*k TOM BACH YOUR A MOTHER fu*kING PUSSY [King Ultimatum] Using hatred and pure motivation to come and push me And uh wait wait woah woah what the f** is goin on yo DJ! DJ! yo fix it [Mike Reallity] Crush ya sh**, go s** a dick cuz your more of a flamer than a motherf**ing 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** 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**ing up, and yeah the DJ doesnt know what the f** hes doing..Tom Bachs a f**in prick, i just you know what just let me just change the beat alright i promise you i will k** 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**y whos just in it for the fun Nine Lives, ATGE b**hes now its time to run Got the king up on the scenery Ain't nobody beating me See everybody's talking sh** 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**h please! After this f**ing 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 b**h face Stealing bars is not a trophy its a disgrace I told you once before that i will murk you and your b**h 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 k**in 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 k**ing this mother f**er take his head, his prize Yo you see me k**ing this track When i say Tom Bach, say WHO THE fu*k IS THAT! b**h! 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**y) R.I.P. (b**h) (s** a dick!) rapping impersonating p**y (nine lives) R.I.P. b**h! uhh lets get it. ha polo errythang. (flex kid we out chea) designer everything. wit yo fake a** polo and sh** n***a hah b**h. loso in case you didn't know so. yeah, sosa for life! free sosa. haha free my n***a fredo,free my n***a tony. lets get it, nine lives [Mike Reallity] f** Tom Bach, your a mother f**ing p**y Saying how your rhymes are hard, they just f**ing mushy Ill eat you, like some mother f**in sushi Dont get me started with the fact that you called me a cracka Cuz your f**in whiter than me, only difference is your rhymes are whacker Dont let me catch you near my town mother f**er ill smack ya Talking bout how you have a gun? b**h my rhymes are a dagger