International Hate (not finished)
Diss track to the Untold Prophecies
hiphop
uhh jus listen im pretty (straight as hell) RYAN MADE ME FUCKIN CHANGE THIS....
but either way wanna battle bitch ill fuckin end ya life.. cock sucking ass rag...
Story behind the song
Well a group of children ganged up on Comic my boy and him and I dont stand for that kinda stuff... so this is gunna be our diss to them... its not complete yet tho...
Lyrics
untold prophecy thinkin talkins-fun, about lockin-guns (click click), when they never tried cockin-one (huh wav.), yall better jus up n quit hip hop-you-suck, the only time you could touch these skills is when im moppin-gutz, thinkin your walkins-tough, when in actuallity they gunna be dodgin-us, fallin-scriptz with your lil ballin-fits (baby cry wav.) when our mauling-fists, connect to your jaw-n-lips (jab wav) this longing diss gunna make ya start callin-quits,(yo) put down the microfone n step-away (microfone drops wav), ya reps-been-slayed, and your death beds-been-made, i lost my axe in ya chest-so-deep, and now its time the fuckin prophecys rest-in-peace, g-listen my shit-gleams think for a min how clean that rhyme seems, ya three g-verses-whack, better rehearse-the-track, yall are seriously worse-then-trash, watch these lyrical squirts-get-smashed (hah) after yalls audio imma say comic look fuckin fred durst-is-back...
couldnt spit harder than me if you had plastered-phlegm, fuck this bastards-pen, imma start first on the dude you call master-m...
master m gets his Heart-Tore-Clean, A gangsta? This kid couldnt MARCH-14 let alone start-gore-scenes,A single raindroplet of wannabes in storming-streets-kid, you lose more runs than being born-defeated,my mouth leaves ya more sores than a hoard of leaches this war lord carries heat bitch in the form of a sword that leaves ya gored and speechless...
teenagers playin ball acting hard, plasma gunna bombard, they whole nine yardz, askin for a fight fuck a mouth gaurd, punch these faggots so hard even their teeth are left scarred...
thinkin yall are a blessed-heard, ya just the next-nerds, ta getcha necks-curved, and ya text-heard, havent even started ta test-nerves, ya couldnt spellbind with hexed-wordz, even on ya best-terms, ya still more harmless then pest-germs...
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