heyy ppl chk this out...its anotha Stoic Bliss diss by a new rap crew frm US...dey r called Desi Disciples...NOT THE 'DISCIPLES'
bt a new crew called DESI DISCIPLES....i thot the lyrix were perfect fo a diss track...
YouTube Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhCDl2vDsr4
LYRIX:
AYO!! ac1d son where you at/
heard you hidin in the crib with you boys and the rats/
now you thinkin your a star when your boys wrote your raps/
son i'll push your wig back make you melon split crack/
mr kazi wanna talk split his body with a shotty/
executin all you pussies cuz to me im jon Gotti/
ac1d looks busy with that muzzle in his mouth/
i will hang him like klan wen u movin down south/
yall know im on a mission rathger do this real quick/
but u barley 5'6 with some dick suckin lips/
and this b**** stabbed ya cats and aint doin shit/
son im light years ahead and im still makin hits/
niggas thought he was in love shorty suckin fly's d***/
but yall niggas staright garbage stoic bliss aint shit/
sing the choir to your funeral bring you to your casket
rest in peace the phony the nigga yall call an acid/
so many dead bodies theres alot in one grave/
i have killed so many rappers they're all dead in one day/
man its funny how they lyin in their raps wheres fame/
heard he sold his whole soul to the game you a slave/
gettin f***ed by the devil heard you took it on the anus/
never been big you were never even famous/
got the south down im bringin it real wildnres/
you think you are the shit but you got no talent/
you claim you know cam and you claim you know vybe/
all that shit you wrote a hundred percent lie/
cuz what you hearin now is the truth and real shit/
just because you got the muscles dont mean you real big/
i'll feed you to the fishes you the masterbait/
and everytime i drop a line your girl masturbates/
quit snitchin on your moms just because she snuffed you/
this world aint made for pussies so nigga just f*** you
so many bloodstains i have checked them off the list/
you was biting my style quit ridin on my dick/
and acid done alot you was bitin off of Gamble/
and the fame wheres my money quit bitin off the sample/
fame busy felxin, acid busy checkin/
your girls on my dick she's the one i had s** with/
tell her how the d*** taste tell her was it sweet/
all your track are love songs what you tryna be sweet/
fame is throwin all these tracks claim you makin all this beat/
why you runaway from bloods aint you commin on the streets/
so stop throwing fits you aint gonna do shit/
why your lady so horny, why she feelin on her tits/
why is acid so tough is he tryna be hard/
just cause you rap fast doesnt mean you got barz/
so watch what you say don be messin with the general/
hatin on the kid i will hang you like my genitals/
bt a new crew called DESI DISCIPLES....i thot the lyrix were perfect fo a diss track...
YouTube Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhCDl2vDsr4
LYRIX:
AYO!! ac1d son where you at/
heard you hidin in the crib with you boys and the rats/
now you thinkin your a star when your boys wrote your raps/
son i'll push your wig back make you melon split crack/
mr kazi wanna talk split his body with a shotty/
executin all you pussies cuz to me im jon Gotti/
ac1d looks busy with that muzzle in his mouth/
i will hang him like klan wen u movin down south/
yall know im on a mission rathger do this real quick/
but u barley 5'6 with some dick suckin lips/
and this b**** stabbed ya cats and aint doin shit/
son im light years ahead and im still makin hits/
niggas thought he was in love shorty suckin fly's d***/
but yall niggas staright garbage stoic bliss aint shit/
sing the choir to your funeral bring you to your casket
rest in peace the phony the nigga yall call an acid/
so many dead bodies theres alot in one grave/
i have killed so many rappers they're all dead in one day/
man its funny how they lyin in their raps wheres fame/
heard he sold his whole soul to the game you a slave/
gettin f***ed by the devil heard you took it on the anus/
never been big you were never even famous/
got the south down im bringin it real wildnres/
you think you are the shit but you got no talent/
you claim you know cam and you claim you know vybe/
all that shit you wrote a hundred percent lie/
cuz what you hearin now is the truth and real shit/
just because you got the muscles dont mean you real big/
i'll feed you to the fishes you the masterbait/
and everytime i drop a line your girl masturbates/
quit snitchin on your moms just because she snuffed you/
this world aint made for pussies so nigga just f*** you
so many bloodstains i have checked them off the list/
you was biting my style quit ridin on my dick/
and acid done alot you was bitin off of Gamble/
and the fame wheres my money quit bitin off the sample/
fame busy felxin, acid busy checkin/
your girls on my dick she's the one i had s** with/
tell her how the d*** taste tell her was it sweet/
all your track are love songs what you tryna be sweet/
fame is throwin all these tracks claim you makin all this beat/
why you runaway from bloods aint you commin on the streets/
so stop throwing fits you aint gonna do shit/
why your lady so horny, why she feelin on her tits/
why is acid so tough is he tryna be hard/
just cause you rap fast doesnt mean you got barz/
so watch what you say don be messin with the general/
hatin on the kid i will hang you like my genitals/