$#&@s wit it

[Hopsin - Language Arts Diss/Tom Bach - Say Im Raw]

Homie you not the man
You ain't even got no fans
Ill beat you over the head with my mommas pots and pans

You shouldn't wanna rhyme
Cause the only fan you have is the one you cool off with in summertime


[Intro: Bucket Head]
Oooh this %#@!s hot... so is your mom ^!$$%! aha
I ate that $$# doe (aha!) hannnh

Ooh my headphones came out, i dont even need to hear myself though. hannnh
(ATGE) oh we still going? ($#&@ tom bach!) thats why i $#&@ed your (*##$ you fat mother $#&@er!


[Verse 1: Mr. Vegas Rap]
Yo lets get this straight, you not a rapper, you a little girl
All you do is (*##$ and whine, at different times you spin and twirl

Hit rewind and get to mine, this (*##$ you'll find is finna hurl aw.....
Now i got to deal with 2 veteran NARC's
And you better than ARK

But dude, never you start
With crews set in the dark
Its loose headed you are

NINELIVES mother$#&@er, you'll 'gret it tomar
We smarter than yall
Cuz i recorded the calls

And now i have it on tape
On how this !@$)got is fake
Why the $#&@ would you call yourself a "cracka", you crepe

Might eat you, yikes!
Mike beat you twice
And your still comming back for the beef you !@()?!

You reluctant little (*##$
Bet you touchin little kids
And you $#&@ing wit a clique

That ain't bluffin with their %#@!
And im telling you youll not find
Any of us jock lines

Saying i ain't making paper i went out and got mine
He took hopsins verse and then just spit it on a diffrent track
Dissses me and i ain't even wanna diss em back

And this is wack but listen that was chicken scratch
I ain't on some dissin crap
Im just tryna spit the facts

And tell the world his %#@! is wack uh
(*##$ you a fake little $#&@
Leave you taped to a truck

Shove your face in yo guts
Till you tasting ya nuts
(*##$ you a "One Man Army"

But guns can't harm me
Got nine lives (*##$ its a #~!!@ you call me?
Well, we are what we eat, you a @@#!, you a chicken

You a self made (*##$ should be moppin the kitchen
And i got a $#&@ing list how you not could be living
Given different circumstances

Im the $#&@in devil that you do not wanna dance with
Come and take your chances
Ill leave you running pantsless

Murderin these tracks you would think my brothers Manson

[Verse 2: Flexx Kid]

Said its Flexx Kid man i kill it freestylin'
Hit the blunt long man something like the island
Cuz Tom Bach i got ya mom on my @@#!

And im never gonna stop
Cuz you know my flow is hot
You need to $#&@in quit it

Cuz you $#&@in wack and you think you spit the illest
Huhh you ^!$$%s thought i just stopped
But i ain't $#&@ins stop cuz know my flow is hot and...$#&@ this


[Verse 3: Mike Reallity & King Ultimatum]
YO !#@* TOM BACH YOUR A MOTHER !#@*ING !#$)

[King Ultimatum]
Using hatred and pure motivation to come and push me
And uh wait wait woah woah what the $#&@ is goin on yo DJ! DJ! yo fix it
[Mike Reallity]
Crush ya %#@!, go suck a dick cuz your more of a flamer than a mother$#&@ing candle wick

[King Ultimatum]
Freestyle on the track
Put Tom Bach in the truck of the back of the map
Listen, im changing my ways..
You know what guys $#&@ it, i jus- i just can't yo yo i can't do this like yo i have i have asthma you know i can't, the beat keeps $#&@ing up, and yeah the DJ doesnt know what the $#&@ hes doing..Tom Bachs a $#&@in prick, i just you know what just let me just change the beat alright i promise you i will kill it like facts alright yo yo thats it alright alright stop it stop it

Uh yo
Hold up just a minute (what)
You thought i was done
See Tom Bach's just a #~!!@ whos just in it for the fun
Nine Lives, ATGE (*##$es now its time to run

Got the king up on the scenery
Ain't nobody beating me
See everybody's talking %#@! yeah no one is believing me
Yo now i get an extra verse cuz it looks like you have beef with me
Stealing Hopsin's verses on a track man-(*##$ please!

After this $#&@ing song youll get ripped knees
Get up off the floor, tell me how my dick tastes
How you wanna fight us when you got a (*##$ face
Stealing bars is not a trophy its a disgrace
I told you once before that i will murk you and your (*##$ Grace
Hatred,i feel it rise

Back down, its not my time
Everybody see me rise
Flying striaght right in the sky
And everybody knows im killin
See me on the sofa chilling
In some years I'll make a million
But for right now, Tom Bach im spilling

Uh watch Ultimatum rise
Killing this mother $#&@er take his head, his prize
Yo you see me killing this track
When i say Tom Bach, say WHO THE !#@* IS THAT!
(*##$! ahaha yo keep that in there

[Outro: Vegas, Flex Kid, Gardy, Joan, Dubbz & Rich]

Wait, one fo-one more thing before we leave this...Tom Bach
(your a #~!!@) R.I.P. ((*##$) (suck a dick!) rapping impersonating #~!!@ (nine lives) R.I.P. (*##$! uhh lets get it. ha polo errythang. (flex kid we out chea) designer everything. wit yo fake $$# polo and %#@! ^!$$% hah (*##$. loso in case you didn't know so. yeah, sosa for life! free sosa. haha free my ^!$$% fredo,free my ^!$$% tony. lets get it, nine lives

[Mike Reallity]
$#&@ Tom Bach, your a mother $#&@ing #~!!@
Saying how your rhymes are hard, they just $#&@ing mushy
Ill eat you, like some mother $#&@in sushi

Dont get me started with the fact that you called me a cracka
Cuz your $#&@in whiter than me, only difference is your rhymes are whacker
Dont let me catch you near my town mother $#&@er ill smack ya
Talking bout how you have a gun? (*##$ my rhymes are a dagger