Aye you might know him as the 10 foot man
Or just geo 
The darkest mf out here in the scene yo
I heard he got a job, selling guitar parts
He be free roaming cause i know he got no bars
A whack car, dawg it dont start 
I might have to hit a lick and by a lick i mean dope guitar part
Boy fucking chill, his name is geovanni brooks 
He got a whole lotta gear, but not enough looks
I saw his ass crack, hanging in the front of empresso
He gonna cry in the car making him all that depresso
Aye hes cold as ice bro he cant rap nice
I might have to show him how to cook some rice
Cause he think he hard, but he soft as fuck
Working at music go round cant even earn a buck
Aw damn here the fuck we go again
Handing out a static symphony cd man
Quit play bruh u aint cool 
If u was then u shoulda went back to school 
My boy geo man i think he got silent
But all them pedals on your board dont mean you got talent
Im gonna spit some shit, and imma set it straight 
No mothafucking homies wanba diss my place
If u look in the book im fucking wetter than damp
Yall mfs act like yall the two time taco champ
Dont forget 
Im the two time taco champ
Best respect
All you mfs got nothing
Yall some
Weak ass 
Mfs for reals g 
No one wants to step up
Yall lame as fuck

Geovanni brooks
Seth earl jacks
Youth museum
Tim dara
Cristobal
Philthyphuckingphil
Max jackson

Fake Taco Bell Challengers

I guess i gotta drop another diss track
On this bitch ass mf named seth jack
He think he raw, he think he fucking tight
When he see me with a shooter i gotta tell em goodnight 
Dawg why u all up on my balls
U got a fucking foopa and ur dick hella small
I know i aint playing, yo i think he gonna take hits
Fuck around and having crying like a little bitch
You hella short dawg, u hella fat
But u slow like a mf snorlax 
Stand straight yall whack as fuck
I guess seth sucking dick and ian abouta cough it up
Yall trash i guess i gotta roast ya
Dissin any and all im gonna toast ya
Yo Earl, who u think u is 
Serving coffee like the bitch u is
U keep roasting but all u do is roast beans 
With your little friend ian sucking dick for the team
Damn, i just replied to yo diss
Better run up cause u slower than malasis
I mean malaska, yall be playing to no one 
I saw u at cryfest sucking on a cold one
So done, boy go back to the bleachers
Cause ya dude matt moua dont need no fucking features
Im out

Spit It Out

With so much drama in the stockton scene
Its kinda hard tyinga being the tc19
I mean some how
Some way
I be dropping diss tracks like every single day
Seth jacks 
dont wanna see me with a diss track
Cough it up sucking on my nut sack
Seth gonna need another snack pack
Cause his mama aint home
I got bitches loke seth tryina ride this dick
But he scared like a mf oschridge 
Yo Ian be looking like he mad dum
Cant even hold a beat when he play drums
Ill Take it downtown g right to imax
Yall mfs said i wouldnt clap back
Fuck porta, u scronny as fuck
He like a little man but he think he big bruh 
Yo tim quit acting like u cutting fucking jugulas  
When flaky as fuck with ur eczema 
U ashy dawg u aint the best 
When i look like mf shrek 
Oh shit who the fuck is this 
Its cristobal tryina talk mad shit
Yo keep ur dick in the dirt
U just mad cause i draw better linework
Aye dawg u got a little chubby
Like geo and u other fucking but buddies
I told yall, been whack as fuck
So i guess i gotta bust u up

Rattle The Cage

Yo Tim
Looking like the walmart jeremey lin
Came out the cuts and he tryna dust
But his teeth be hella yellow 
Yo he gonna need to brush
Yo his grill like a cop
They Crooked as fuck 
I aint never trust him
With his bunk ass fit and his shirt tucked in
His diss is kinda weak dawg
cant even clap cheecks of a mee maw 
why u think u gonna win yall
When his chin weak like a glass jaw 

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I just stole yo flow
Just about verse before 
You be sounding like u slow
When i be kicking down yo do 
If u knew me u would know
I had a fucking twenty two 
Back when we was still in school
Just be glad it wasn't you 

Under the loaded gun
Boy i know u is stunned
My black leather jacket had one in the pocket
Shoulda put one in you socket 

Hes a scene kid him from before
He was a sceeny him in the past
Getting roasted by punks
So I had to save his fucking ass
Cause he got no game
Acting like had a gang
He be mad like illan pain
Yo boy that always gotta change

You been had so many phases
U nerd, u aint catch no cases
My homie u need some braces
For you neck and ur teeth and your faces

Yo u need to fucking chill
Boi ur vocals got no grit
I dont need to take no pills
Because x will always win
Yo that ganga got u weak
Saying u the fucking best
u be playing all that math
U cant even pass the test
U never been in cuffs
U never ran from feds
dont be hella jelous cause ive got that mf straight edge
Your mind is hella coulded g u need a cigarette
Boi u coughing hella hard yo u need to catch a breath
I be playing fucking chords and i playing pentatonics 
Buti learned from the streets not some internet ebonics
U dont know what im about
Saying that my tone is whack 
All u do is chase clout
But cheap shoes shows always packed

U is a fucking raddish
I am goku and u are raditz
You looked at my power level 
Boy u was shook 
Cause It was over 9000

Your rhymes be fucking hard
Why the fuck u gotta front
You said jackie chans ur dad
Boy you dont know how to stunt
He said thanos is has name
So his face be hella purple
He cant breath cause he look like the asian steve erkile
With you high waisted pants
Boy you drive a pt cruiser
Fuck around and u gonna catch some mf bruisers
Down right punch boutta hit u with hadookens
Cause u wont last long like what ur boy did yo yugen

Didnt Get Dusted

I told u before yo i had to come back again 
G u need an ointment for ur ezema skin 
Tim dara that boy is the hardest to beat
He done larped too long he gonna need a seat
U already know its an SEA thing
Boy u say u got bars u dont know how to sing
I mean, i see the way u be playing guitar g
cause thats the only piece that u tapping
Yo i know g that i be playing guitar chords
But alteast i didnt get into crab core
You need to chill g yo u need to relax 
Ya boi shit in his pants cause he done took the lax 
Im bald but ur dome shaped egg head 
He just embarrassed cause he a scene kid
I done seen him g he done been a fool
Tim dara only wet when he slipped earls pool
That shit was green boy u gonna be sick
And by sick i mean u boutta catch the hiv 
Boy u get too wild, u always drink too much
Your whole solo shit just got programmed drums
 
U got the whole set up, for all ur musuck
But i use my phone  just to defeat ya 
Damn i gotta get the task managa for ya
Cause i gotta reboot ya

I got stripes g u aint never held a piece
U done rolled too low in yo dnd 
Yo campaign done said u the weakest link
U said u zelda but u corrected yourself as link
Dawg, tim dara used to draw hella tight
But then he fell off, ya boy was never in sight
He gonna bring the gas, imma bring the light
About to light you up, with some average rhymes
U a veteran tim to this rap game hoe
Im just a rookie bro tryna find my flow
But u know i had to come back throwing blows
Bro u looking hella dark like ur elbows
My boy tim dara just snapped a verse
He got hurt so bad boy he gonna need a herse 
He forgot g ya boy abouta be a nurse
Yo shit fucked up u need some medical work

The Snappening [Tim Dara Diss]

This goes out to a dude name jake
He think he a cobra but he a garden snake
U a little fucking coward, youd get bodied everday
You just a punk ass bitch getting teacher’s pay
Boy u broke g, u need a hand g?
Coming through like u gonna get a free bee
Yo quit dissing, i know u take pics
But the only shots u take is from my mf fist 
U fucking dick, u think u the shit
Saying youth museum gonna finally hit it big 
U dragging hard like u a mf cigarette 
U done lied more than the fucking internet
U fucking onion but u smell like smoked
I hope yo students don't know u be smoking all the dope
Jake porta boy u better order
Two french fries and three burgers
Cause u scronny g, u need protien
How u look old but u biult like a preteen 
U blind as fuck like a four eyed bat
And you still wear clothes that u bought from baby gap
Boy u work at a charter school
U probably dont have a room u prolly just have a portable 
All the teachers prolly think u hella weird too
They confused cause they thought u was a student dude 
U film man and u need to switch to digital
Why u salty af like u a mf mineral
U skinny and u done drank too much coffee
Boy u stank like dookie u need to do ur fucking laundry 
Take a picture, itll last longer
Cause this diss u prolly gonna wonder
How long, how much time i done put in this
It only took like 5 or 10 minnerates 
You a teacher right dont you do english
Tell ur students how bad u got dissed 
I had to come out of my mf retirement
U got roasted boy u need fire hydrant
Can u see g u need to wear ur glasses
Before u try to diss me on some mf whack shit
U dress like a hobo but u do it for fashion
You need to stick to photos cause ur disses u be slacking

The Retirement

So i heard some shit that u trying to diss 
U from the west but i know u aint shit
Mf ian u big for no reason
Its too fucking hot u cant handle the season
Face it g, u gonna get bodied 
And your drum rudiments a little spotty 
I done told u already, u big ass baby 
Cough it up, spit it out, with your weak ass clout
U got no bars, shit u better than this 
But u sucking too much earl dick 
And u sucking his tits too
Do he wipe yo ass too
Do he blow on yo boo boo when u get a scrape foo
Ibo bien what the u be seeing
U better come harder than that u semen 
Lil big head talking that that smack 
Im gone shit on the track like a mudslide frap 
When he hear this shit he never come back
And he no car so he already been gassed 
He gotta follow the rules like he in the pin
And all his bands be like “ian can u play it like this” 
You a slave g, go back in your cage 
Before you throw that premature rage 
Dont fuck with the champ, yo u better sit
Before i throw a mf spinning back fist
To your face, trace, u want no mase
Fuck around with me boi im aboutta catch a case 
Yo ian its over youre done
You dont wanna catch a blast beat and i aint talking about drums

Matt Moha

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