Snak The Ripper - Triple Homicide (Madchild Diss) | Текст песни

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You say this is for the culture, no violence dude, But then you post pic with a machete thats the size of you
You wanna do a home invasion, amazing ill leave you lookin like a swollen raisin, with holes and abrasions
You wanna kill me, cause I said you love roofies, must of struck a nerve, just proved that you drug Groupies
This guy said he's a fire hydrant, what a clown, He must be talking about his height, or the fact that he's watered down
I already won 3 rounds, the fans bringing the props, stop acting like you still got a shot at king of the dot
There ain't gonna be no battle when I see you face to face, You acting like you're runnin shit, so ima break ya legs
You talk big but one thing, you're known for fronting, nobody ever got a home run from bunting
I wasn't gonna do a third but I changed plans, cause I heard this herb say Im only trying gain fans
Come on, you barely more famous than me, your not what you claiming to be, plus I'm your favorite MC
There's no way that you can stop it, Shane your a hobbit, trying to cut the head off a snake, Lorena bobitt
Speak up old man, you barely makin sense, tryin to cover up your wrong-doing with charity events
Come to my house I'll leave you buried by the fence, you ain't scary your a fairy trying to act very intense
You said I'm a bird chirpin? your words ain't workin, observe how it's done you're a pervert lurkin
He's callin up his dealer trying to find more lines, brain storming different ways that he could buy more time
He's on tour on his period, he's got excuses, on google trying to learn how to tie nooses
Bitch it's stealth bomb records, you say we ain't in your radar, of course were not cause we don't like to hang out at the gay bar
I remember when you had to go on tour in your girl car, gonna smack you out and send the fuckin' footage to world star
How you trying to tough talk with that sock on your cock, you can't handle criticism, all the fans that you blocked
Tearing patches off their jackets, to throw em in your casket, fuck with my squad and you gonna get your ass kicked
My shit is titanium, your shits plastic, you unenthusiastic, it's fantastic
What you do in a week dog, I do in a day, just dropped the truth on mother fuckers and it blew em away
Your family is gettin smaller, you're losing a few, they sick of doing more for your fuckin movement than you
Its crunch time, catch a sucker punch if you touch mine, you a coke head suckin dicks for a punchline
I ain't gonna stop until your ashes in an urn, you set the bridge on fire I'm just passing as it burns, BITCH

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