Lyrics Assisted Suicide (Madchild Diss) - Snak the Ripper

Assisted Suicide (Madchild Diss)

First off let me say I ain’t doing this for publicity, listen to me,
Let me give these fans a little history
This faggot Madchild, thought it was smart to start dissin me, you just stepped
in a puddle, I’m a spark of electricity
It ain’t a mystery, the guy is a snake, tellin your fans that you ain’t high
but that’s entirely fake
I hear the same shit from show promoters all of the time, how you beggin em for
blow so you can cut another line
Doing drugs is just fine but you portray a facad, that you were strong enough
to quit, but what you claiming is fraud
Go delete another tweet and start prayin to god, cause if I see you in the
street I’m dislocating your jaw
I feel bad for moke and Brev, what the fuck did you do?
Wake up one day and
decide to fuck over your crew
I got respect for my elders, but you’re an old cunt, that deserves to get
punched right outta ya gold fronts
Hair plugs, Botox, man shits priceless, you drive a car you can’t afford,
midlife crisis
You fuck groupies too young to get their license, I’m the reason that you fled
Canada, I’m Isis
He’s got early Alzheimer’s, just sad and alone, he can’t remember any lyrics so
he’s grabbin his phone
You’re feminine, but even worse now your cover is blown, with your Louis
Vuitton purse and Italian cologne
I can’t stand mother fuckers like you, douche bag little man syndrome like you
got something to prove
Your nothing to nobody, just a biter and goof, fourty five acting like you at
the height of your youth
I know some of these battle axe kids feeling the same, you don’t do nothing in
return, you just steal from em Shane
You think you’re like me but we ain’t nothing the same, you take advantage of
your family for a buck and some change
All of the people you did wrong, the money you owe, next time you’re in my
fuckin city ima come to the show
You made another bad desision now you callin to apologize, this ain’t a battle
rap this qualifies as fuckin homicide
You mad cause I get more shine than a solarium, any rapper in your camp talkin
shit I’ll bury em
Dont want no beef with me dog, you vegetarian, I’ll cut your head off quick and
put your skull in my aquarium
Ain’t trying to hold back, it’s a known fact, you asked me to be on your album
and I bodied you on your own track
I hear you yappin but ya shits weak, say my name again I’ll leave you floatin'
face down in shits creek
I’m more dangerous alone then rollin six deep, you fucked up and now I’m bout
to turn you into minced meat
Any diss you got for me, I already said it, you’ll Start to regret it,
you ain’t shit, your bars are pathetic, faggot