Lyrics
Oh God, I'm going ballistic,
It's rough; I'm up against Mystik,
I'm not sure if I can risk it,
With some many possible disses, how will I twist it?
I listened to My Opinion, that track you did,
Man, was that an application for the Gangstaaa Kids,
Dawg, in my opinion, you should quit right now,
Cause I'm gonna leave you dismantled, jaw dropped,
saying wow
He's already confessing that he's gonna come hard,
Dawg, this an emcee tournament not a gay bar,
You can come hard if you want, but there ain't nothing
you can drop,
That'll make you sound hot, so here's a thought,
Drop your microphone, cause you use it wrong,
Why don't you just put it where your Barbie’s belong,
Ask them why we can't all get along,
This kids a bitch, crying on like every song,
(Beat Change)
He's all topsy turvy with his words, he's stressin,
Here you go, Lemme give you a lil rapping lesson,
I'll even use your own beat in your own defeat,
Even with all your chips, you'd have nothing to eat,
Face it your nothing compared to me,
I'll just chew you up spit you and pee on your feet,
Let me explain it to you with a TV angle,
I'm the Contender and you're just Touched by an Angel,
Yo, this kid raps like he's never been hugged,
A lack of pre marital sex is his anti-drug,
You can hear it in his voice, his balls ain't dropped,
And I'm afraid it's more then just his music that's
flopped,
Cause dawg ripping you apart is so simplistic,
I'll leave your rap scene seeming a little more then mystic,
