Mic Tyson battle known dude for awhile but never battled...
Lyrics
dont get it twisted you aint an inch of gifted
ya sickness is limited ta food poison in the kitchen
my ears bleedin to ya songs im cursed
this pussy got his mouth open about ta give birth
cats really think jabbs nice you believe that
ive read his feedback cats shouldnt leave that
cuz truth of the matter you aint a rapper
fuck sonnin you ill kill myself and leave you a bastard
i hate ta be mean cuz we go back
yeah we go back but yo shit was still wack
aint shit changed yea you still trash
jabbs garbage wrapped in plastic bags
oh yea and fuck ya blaht blaht
change ya name after every battle imagine that
and please homo be not so fag
ya voice sound like it been through a couple rehabs
my fists is outta towners lookin for action
and your chin appears to be a tourist attractions
i asked for a battle and you did ya part
but i aint expect ta battle melissa joan heart
mic tyson known for bitin and you arent
ill sit back and listen while clarissa explains it all
i dont a reason ta pick on this hippie
but ill just say i wanted ta see cuzin it get pissy
you fuckin stupid dude
and dont take battle on rf ta see im better than you
but ill do it fuck for the fun of it
my crew says it all im an unbreakable substance
you think im jokin hopin its not true
ill scare you so bad ya hair'll go back inside of you
open the closet door and come on out
the only blood i see in you is the same commin out
i got you matched kyle and yea you know it
cuz after the battle you really a dead poet