Tunna Beatz - Acetone (AfterTone Diss) lyrics

[Intro ‐ Mr. Synister] This whack f** AfterTone wanna diss us and he ain't even heard any of our sh** yet? Well, f**, let's show him what Synister Karnige is all about then... [Verse 1 ‐ Mr. Synister] f** AfterTone, we going buck on his a** like Curtis Jackson cloned I'm cracking bones the motherf**ing Kraken's home So flee the scene, we coming in looking mean, administering savage attacks that ravage the whack, b**h you get an axe to the back for acting ill when you, lacking sk**, you should get smacked silly, for riding Hopsin's willy, wait, f** that I'd rather see you deceased, for tryna rap like Mr. Mathers, then we can feast on your cadaver Like animalistic beasts, with cannibalistic needs, we're going ballistic see, spitting these sadistic linguistics on Tunna's beat Sitting back, laughing can you feel the heat Of our imperium, yeah your sh** lacks in wrath but our words you're f**ing fearing em, your whack bars, we're searing em slow with the twisted delirium flow we provide, spitting rhymes raw as hide, which seems to be something you fail to supply, you're whack, no lie Synister Karnige a pair of lyrical ghosts no need to deny, why you so furious over some satirical post I made, b**h you serious You started this war, you brought on the hate saying we s**, you must be delirious b**h, you're gonna fear this diss and you'll probably start to cry when you're hearing this, you whack f** thinking you rap harder than, when it comes to this rap sh** me and Karnige are fiends Disintegrating your tracklist with particle beams b**h [Verse 2 ‐ Karnige] Man f** this f*ggot AfterTone, I'll leave his a** with ma**ive gashes relaxing in bathes of Acetone, I'm that savage rap a**a**in attacking in black arachnid mode, your act's what's I'm surpa**ing you hack, you're whack and lacking flows Dissing our lyrics you chump, you bout to get murked, I thought that Lil B was so whack, but damn your sh**'s worse, the sickest sh** you ever spit came out of your daddies dick first I'm reaping carnage and sewing evil, beast enough to murder Michael Myers with a sewing needle The potent regal flows are lethal going harder than a f**ing midget jumping over people Nate, buddy, you aren't hard, every one of my bars is charred when I'm spitting dragon fire like I was a Charizard, you don't wanna f** with Mr. Synister and Karnige tard, I'm that villain dude that's k**ing fools, I'll cut your throat until your blood is spilling through I've met kids with down syndrome rapping ill as you you like a Slim Shady clone with all the f**ing sk**s removed, you better than me, impossible I'm frigid cold, unstoppable acidic flow b**h I just be splitting foes with Chronicles Of Riddick bows, you can't be serious, you thinking that you all that, closest you'll ever be to balling is licking upon a ball sack I hope you send your sh** to Hopsin, p**y he won't call back, who the f** you think is gonna be laughing when you fall flat upon your face and your career is called whack, so Nate Douds, considering this a warning to you sir, quit rapping or this'll happen more in the future, punk b**h