Lyrics
Here we go kids, another no namer,
I cant think lately "and why?", the winners a no-brainer,
I'll choke you wit coathangers, stay in bed ho,
Imma bash MCD (Em's CD) like gays and lesbos,
let go, ya slugs dont spray,
cuz ya skills wearing Off and its no to keep the bugs away,
duck or pay ya luck wont change when you battle Ak,
cut you with a battle axe slut you gettin shattered fast,
thats a fact when I speak great,
i'll kill you, skip to the final 4, after i'll eat eight (elite)
need I remind you? you wont get to the finals,
i wont put effort towards a fag, i'll leave it behind you,
so learn how to rhyme dude, officially,
you aint worthy of a name, I could tell, I kill initially,
punches keep em packed out,
you can do a show in a cigarette factory, still wouldnt see a packed house,
flat out when Ak's mouth opens you should back down,
gat clowns, stack rounds, Ak's holding rap now,
this punk aint seeing me,
i'll put ya last letter first see my verse then run DMC,
you and ya fuckin boring tracks you shouldnt even bring,
i'd poke fun but you prolly wouldnt feel a thing.
hope you nice and comfy, knwin I aint tryin,
this akademical against a pussy bitch alias,
Im derailin this corny fag who fails to ignore me,
yall put me up against the one female in the tourney,
and if you aint really a chick I still aint feelin ya diss
you gettin decked like cards... deal with it bitch,
I turn ya cash to loose change,
and McD really is the best, in the fast food chain!
im bringin terror son,
you supposed to roll with the punches, not get hit by every one,
everyone knowthat I wrecked you guy,
aint sein me if you changed ya name to MC Eye (MCI)
so ya pretty confident huh? outlast or diminsh
still no one wants to hear a fuckin rapper from britain,
Ok chap? bloke? but ya wack, choke,
hows it feel to have every bone in ya back, broke?
cuz you green like Hulk is,
and you wouldnt do good son (Goodson) fuckin Macauly Culkin....
