"These dudes, man. They're just too sick wit it." - Frank Vogel - Eric P. Mull-US PRESSWIRE
We've beaten you once, do ya wanna repeat history?
Even Roy Dub thinks having both Hansbroughs is a daggone mystery
DJ and McGuire, sure, recycle our trash
It'll help us burn you like Michael Beasley's stash
And DJ I thought we held you back but it's the reverse
Done flown the coop and it turns out you're even worse
Damn, Lance, I liked you in Gunnin' For That Number One Spot
But I can't forgive domestic violence and forget it I cannot
And Roy, you're seven-two but on layups you shoot below 40 percent
It makes no sense unless the Monstars stole your offense
Our rhymes tear teams to shreds, they unravel at the seam
Your pace car's done crashed and beating the Bobcats is a pipe dream
And like Lance, we'll be throwing you down the stairs.
You play in Indiana so who really cares?
Bad shots, if he wasnt injured, Granger probably shot em.
Roy Hibbert stays softer than a baby's bottom
After what the bobcats do to you, you'll be sobbing cats, brutal too
We make these diss raps to get through to you
That you don't stand a chance at the big dance
And Paul George, are you all grown up yet? Are you wearing your big pants?
Ben (6 votes)
Dac (19 votes)
25 total votes