A very hardcore diss track that I made in retaliation. I put in all the additives. Thunder, drums, alarms, battle calls!
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Story behind the song
A diss to a kid who dissed me first. His was garbage and I ripped him to shreds. C'mon now how you gonna think you good with a name like Pow Wow? Good or bad mc's if you diss me I will respond!
Lyrics
::Intro{Drums and Thunder}Were comming for you....I'm comming for you...Gonna take you out....Prepare for your death..{battle station call}..Bout to rip to shreds little faggot.{alarm}..With my bare hands..from the next to - you are not ready NO, you are not ready NO, you are not ready for this!...{battle call/alarm/thunder}::
I make a bakers dozen//People getting mad at nothing//
Wanna call my fucking bluffin, thats nothing//
I show you what happens when you put your little bitch ass tracks up//
Rip yo tracks up//
Its easily done, Yea its easy and its fun//
Half of your shit was talking, nothing but I'm gone//
A minute and a half about bla bla bla Lyrical War//
Watch it, its still a miracle for//
I battle Little Pow Wow and it aint that hard//
I grab that shit and rip it up like it was my report card//
I dont leave you scared//
I dont leave you bruised//
If you think your the bomb, your shit is now defused//
Now he begs//
I break his arms I break his Legs//
I break his neck//
I only bring disrespect//
This is my shit that you wont seek//
Now I'm gonna teach you why they call you weak//
MONDAY-This little faggot is out in gay bars//
Giving out Favors, Somebody save us//
TUESDAAAAY-I allready know where you staaaaay//
The only thing I can say is that you's gaaaaaay//
WEDNESDAAAY-I dont care what your friends say//
Amature or not, your a dick riding Sensi//
THURSDAY-The worst day of the week//
I'll slap the Shit out of you, as soon as you speak//
FRIDAY-C'mon son dont make me laugh//
You wack more than my balls hitting my inner calf//
SATURDAY-I get charged with assualt and battery//
You need help from Saints just like the Latterday//
SUNDAY-Yes the battle is one way//
I sound like a jerk//
But your audio's need work//
Your body gets hoisted, I do it by choice//
You have no more weapons your last one was your voice//
{Battle station call and Alarms} {Thunder intro to verse 2}
You thought it was over and I continue//
I read your punk ass, like a menu//
GET OFF MY DICK, GET OFF DASTRO'S DICK//
GET OFF FAST AND QUICK, GET OFF THAT SHIT!!//
Who the fuck ever gave you the Motha fucking Idea//
Let me draw the Line here//
I will define there....//
Are nothing worse, than these little fucks//
In a fucking barrel, just like sitting ducks//
I dont need punch lines to knock your head off//
Let that shit set off, let it calm dead off//
{Alarms}
KICK THE DEAD HORSE IN THE NUTS//
I'm just to forcefull with these sluts//
And you still take it up the butt//
Now I come around, Motha fucker say whats up//
Retaliate to this, I hit you back 10 folds//
I dont FUCK with Little Bow Wow he's only 10 years old!//
::{THUNDER STRIKE OUTRO}::
