Straight Up- Vandz (Combat diss)

Join Date: 2013-04-30
Post Count: 1629

#139173367Friday, July 04, 2014 2:31 AM GMT

[V1] Hey combat, How are the albums selling? Maybe bronze? Not likely silver, And far the [f] away from gold, How are mine? Doin' just fine, Triple platinum, gettin' takes like a madman, Who are you, fool? You think you're cool? All you do is spit and drool, I'll dr0wn you in my pool, all your raps sound like they were made in preschool, I overrule, mental tool, Go into your head and fix it up, got a hundred mili, heh ain't much, And no you can't [f]'ing touch, what are ya, [g]? That's that I thought... Your music is just a fraud, can't get no one to applaud, When people watch you they just sit back and yawn, All your fame is gone, so small in the rap game, leprechaun, You're the beauty, I'm the brawn, so let me beat you and just move along, You don't know what I've undergone, you don't know who's slept with your mom, Think you were born in the ghetto... Did you not get the memo?... Boys, boys, quit actin' tough, Imma punch you in your gut, Pop your head just like a coconut, Boys, boys, quit actin' tough, Combat can not roll wit us, He too bad, he a s__t, Now we gon tell him that.. Straight Up... [x3] [V2] You'll never know who made you, I think your momma played you, She ain't your real ma, neither your dad, your real parents paid them cash, To care for you, but did they really? Is their version of caring abusing and swearing? You think you grew up in the ghetto, But you grew up in a country meadow, Your career is running narrow, Your favorite food is [f]'ing jello, You think you gettin' my full diss, boy this just the demo, I'd go harder, Like a martyr, But my rhymes just keep gettin' sharper and larger, Boy it took me a while to charge er', So shut up, sit down, I'm the one who runs this town, Shut up, sit down, I'm the one who wears this crown... [Chorus] Think you were born in the ghetto... Did you not get the memo?... Boys, boys, quit actin' tough, Imma punch you in your gut, Pop your head just like a coconut, Boys, boys, quit actin' tough, Combat can not roll wit us, He too bad, he a s__t, Now we gon tell him that.. Straight Up... [x3] [Outro] He too bad, he a s__t... Ha Ha.. Shut up, Combat... Big V!

Cpt5

Join Date: 2013-06-25
Post Count: 1724

#139174393Friday, July 04, 2014 2:45 AM GMT

Dude, typing on a forum doesn't make you cool. Your albums are freaking virtual items, and you rap just like everyone else. I dissed you without rhyming.