quick diss to this cat punchline...
rap
Story behind the song
tourney diss
Lyrics
its not how many losses its who you lost against/
you lost to vets but newbs are the bigger percent/
Get back to wood pushin your always on the board/
Give the mic a break the sites ears are getting sore/
ill keep you in check you better be hopin ya blessed/
you could model for alquaeda and still not pose a threat/
How you gon battle me then ask me for a beat/(shit)
Should I give u my diss to get u back on ya feet/
Ill snap ya stick like the kid that broke ya arm/
another reason that youll end up runnin to ya mom/
No one likes your style flow or the tracks you do/
ur stuck on Ya self like beatin off wit crazy glue/
I got punches number up more than elevated serials/
hes a sprintin stripper cuz he‘s runnin out of material/
Like a drunken pizza driver im a crash your delivery/
no matter how u force ya voice ur still a kid to me/
your a broken etch a sketch no one can shake to erase/
so now u face a vet and get put back in your place/
ya wackness is flagrant and ya foul wit bars/
the only hood you know is the one fallin off you car/
Add flames to the fire punch is a fake and a liar/
And his career is low profile the same as his tires/
like single ugly chicks ur rhymes are out of date/
the only thing more pathetic is the portrate of ya face/