Trouble And Havok - Diss Song

DISS 1

Used to roll with a couple of pussies
Havok and Trouble caused havoc and trouble
The trouble was that Havok and Trouble were rookies
Their time in the game expired, you fuckers Aint aspired
Couldn’t fuck with Rukas when his Name was Riot
Heard ya got a flat together even got a cat together
Cool when you hear this track? Ya better fucking clap together
Heard ya chat about me wanna bad mouth me act rowdy
Rukas the mad alkie, but couldn’t rap without me
Jealousy became a factor Hav ya’ll never be a famous rapper
Trouble if ya ever speak me name I slap ya
Nineteen ninety-two at Richards who screwed ya sisters?
Ooh delicious did’em doggy style while they would do the dishes
Stupid bitches you’se still aint a clue I was the dude that did this
Ooh shall I paint you big pictures? Better pray if you religious
Fuck with Rukas? Still won’t happen
Dildo-grabbing motherfuckers I will toe-tag’em!

CHORUS

Don’t make me come get you, how stupid are you
Coz when I do what I do I do it better than you do
A little bit humble, is how you should ne when speaking to me
Coz lyrically you’re so much weaker than me!

DISS 2

Havok I know ya fear Trouble wont be here to hold ya near
Where is he now? A farmer with no career
Havok tryna grow a beard for over a year
In the mirror like “ma why it appear!”
Glasses wearing Motherfucker can’t hold ya beer
Why you talking to the wall? I’m over here!
Are both of you queer? The question needs an answer
And Trouble with that nervous tick? You should be a dancer!
Ya sister said ya pissed the bed she called ya Mr wet
Disrespect Rukas? My how these kids forget!
Ya mother had laryngitis that’s the kiss of death
This bitch read tealeaves we called her Mystic Meg!
Her sons pitiful, Want some spiritual
Help? Get it from mums mirror spirit ball the don comes lyrical
Remember the punk John once killed at school?
Still a fool that never went beyond one syllable

CHORUS

Don’t make me come get you, how stupid are you
Coz when I do what I do I do it better than you do
A little bit humble, is how you should ne when speaking to me
Coz lyrically you’re so much weaker than me!

DISS 3

Couple of rappers? Nah more like a couple of faggots
That fuck each other on a double king mattress Till they buckle the brackets
I see you huddled in attics suckling fat dicks
Watching American Pie wanna fuck all dem frat kids
Trouble eating a truffle from havocs hips
Arse hustling that’s sick! Dick stuck in traffic
And Havok? My unborn kid has more stubble than that bitch!
…You probably sucked more cock than a struggling actress
Trouble blowing a cum bubble from chapped lips
Till he slips in a puddle of cat piss your befuddled ya lack wits
Muddled and backwards, even struggled with ad-libs
I come at you with hatchets bloody all knuckled and savage
And while I’m smuggling mad bricks cuddling bad chicks
You faggots are shovelling cat shit!
So… Trouble and Havok? Here Meet Southerland tactics
Fucking queers, double impact bitch!

CHORUS

Don’t make me come get you, how stupid are you
Coz when I do what I do I do it better than you do
A little bit humble, is how you should ne when speaking to me
Coz lyrically you’re so much weaker than me!

OUTRO CHORUS

Don’t make me come thru, to you, coz you know what it is that I could do
I could murder you on a tune like this one I wrote just for you…