and dissy and mic and whoever said I wont win holler :)
Lyrics
I'm standin pissed yo..
Fuck canada..
I'd rather chill wit T dot O in san francisco..
Man this kid blows..
I was really hopin for comp, shit.. I'd rather battle krysto..
But I heard the stipulations..
Goin north of the border's only good in serges situation..
Leave ya drowin in doubt..
I'll cut you up, then stuff this joey down in a pouch..
Be by yourself when I'm steppin to you..
Since you follow trax more than a detective would do..
Look.. its hard to see tho..
Why you name yaself castro? you ain't even part latino..
And crews? thought I'd mention that..
Fuck check mate, you're wack.. no questions asked..
M-I-C.. all ya vets is ass...
So old, I thought y'all had alzheimers.. forget the past..
Want ya verses, better check the trash..
Cuz y'all look like quarters pounders in a sig next to Mac..
Watch what I bring to ya set..
Keepin runnin ya mouth, so ya head don't stay to big for ya neck..
You's a fag with ya known homies..
Always got hydro up in ya mouth but you dont smoke weed..
I hope this boy'll see..
We think ya fuckin chin's so big, you should pay dough royalties..
You know my two sprays domes..
To make yours retractable, like the blue jays home..
My enemy's a renouned farse..
And Mic dies and comes back to life more than kenny from south park..
