Download link:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/9344565110ea120b/
http://hulkshare.com/mnetyaz6a55a
This is a diss in response to a diss that was aimed toward me (without ever mentioning my name.. Bitch move).I wrote this as soon as I heard that he had dissed me but I haven't had the leisure to be able to record anything until now, so I apologize for my tardiness.Even though it's late, a diss can never go unanswered.
This is the diss that was written toward me:
viewtopic.php?f=38&t=110115&p=1568215&hilit=talk+is+cheap#p1568215
Lyrics for anyone who cares:
wasunt needs to learn what a multie syllable rhyme is
while he's finding out a way to work the beat around his timing,
or lack of it.. you wack puppet, act tough,
I'll crack something on your skull
all so I can sit back and laugh from it..
If he's "scrubz" I'm the surgeon wearing him out
carry him out, tear him down from his pedistal to bury him now..
look at you.. you wack rapper you.. drown yourself
then, listen to my fight track and tell me how it sounds in hell
you're bound to "sell music"..
if you named you mic that, and somebody else used it..
stupid.. try to fight back,
I'm tearing up your rhetoric
& dawg you ain't a veteran,
a veteranarian with a mic stand..
fight facts.. where'd he hit?? he missed
I bet you're thuggin at the PETA convention
with your needless aggression..
desperate to save every animal in need of attention
here's a message: HOP OFF MY DICK, unless you mean to carress it
you pasty-white, pale-face, powder-puff attraction
if the crowd was yelling loud enough
he'd take it right into the ass
with no regretting for his actions, that's him..
scrubby doesn't wanna be a rapper,
it's a tactic that he formed,
to distract us, from the more important details..
He fails to mention that his biggest idol isn't biggie or pac
isn't he odd? he doesn't wanna rap, he wants to whisper to dogs
it's.. cesar millan...
You goldfish & house-cat, turtle loving puppy fucker
how you gonna try to say that you could come with something rougher?
nothing rougher coming from the crew that you're established with..
ask the kid, the only thing he knows about packing is
his dick into the womb inside the puppies that he's handling,
A tragedy, this is more a slaughter if you ask me
faggot please, your whole fucking act is a novelty
a commoner in some, karaoke bar probably,
& profiting is something you will 'never get your hands on',
you 'trade-school dropout'.. (KNOCK OUT), man down..
cats are in the cradle
&, chapman isn't able, to come by and sing a lullaby
you sleep bitch, peace...
and tell me how it's tasting with my dick in your cheek
isn't it sweet, can't you tell me that your mission's complete?..
If talk is getting cheaper people, why you keep mumbling?
i got a little theory... atleast a little something
it's, nothing big, but I think your ass is full of hot air..
you open your mouth, blowing it out, so other guys can cum in it..
Listen dude, them fools in your crew, they can get it too..
if you're a rekluse.. I'm the cyanide to end you..
try & hide, send your crew, I'll leave your knees wobbling
on top of it,
I'm putting more, cats into a grave than a Stephen King novel is
a novelist, the moral of the story should be obvious..
Feed:
viewtopic.php?f=38&t=120925
Oh and this will be on the Faux Pas "Animus Placat Musica" Ep. (which is dropping in less than 3 weeks!)