Lyrics
Since Engineers is skilled at crafts/
Listen then I’mma have, you do construction on your place, it will built to last/
You deserve nothing but 8th, nigga your shit is trash/
Naw, I’m bluffing, he just raps wack to match his production/
Well that’s the assumption I came up with for that mumbling/
Fuck mechanics, I’m the one that got this engine up and running/
When I confronted him, wont tell your moms that use a goner/
Well I’ll make love to Judge Judy, and do the honors/
You got me puzzled, because, all your punches confuse me/
I bet the only thing getting in gin is juice and olives/
I solemnly swear that this guys awful, and balding/
On his noggin like five follicles there/
Of hair, that’s why he always will wear/
His cap to side when snapping pics to hide it, yall asking me why/
I’m cracking on Canada’s fake Apathy wig? /
Well since he got nothing left, then I’mma cut above the rest/
So who’s next? Its Point Game, the loud bitch/
Thinking that he’s Styles P, I think that he’s style shit/
A hint, man your file needs, much more than name flips/
Cause the lines that you say kid, aint getting the crowd pleased/
He’s now twitched the fetal/
Position, your addicted to pills?, I filled his prescription, I got him on pin and needles/
You wanted trouble son/
Well started it Shotty Fullclip, I’mma call couple of chums we gonna jump the gun/
Ya 15 minutes of fame came to a stop/
This aint NCAA, but yall play with Gamecocks /
Now he’s switching lanes, but I might I say/
He aint using the signal change, you wont get the Write away/
And Cire may cry today, he’s scared of this tyrant/
Got hiding him in bed, under cover like he’s wearing a wire/
This is just a narrative of embarrassment to my rivals/
Don’t have passion for nothing, but I’m prepared desire/
Now your lying intensive care, receiving threats/
He’s nervous I could rock a necklace out of beads of sweat/
I guess MP’s your squad/
Well I bet their homosexual, they only talk about Eric when their penis is hard/
Just ease out the closet, Nimrod is captain?/
Well then he aint smartest, (cause) aint no projects in Manhattan/
He’s amateur, when rappping he slobs, I call you Gallagher/
Cause at his live shows, we got to rock poncho/
And DZK is, the next bitch on my shit list/
This tournaments updated version of MC Myst, its/
No coincidence, he’s always getting in ties/
Yes due his swindling, the politics, and the lies/
This guy got a group of aimers/
A crew of flamers, working for him, but I prefer to them call his fruits of labor/
They’ll take care him/
I’m not surprised you got voters in pocket, your jeans are damn near size of Maryland/
So, stop dreaming about food when your battles playing/
Fat ass, I am not a Fig Newton of imagination/
He’s always sucking meat/
His girl is nothing but skin and bones, lucky for her those are the things doesn’t eat/
Watch all of sudden, his verses will have quite an abundance of punch lines/
Hmmmmm, I wonder why/
Give it up thunder thighs, cause I’mma twist and bend u/
No ones buying that style, lets see if it discontinues/
Mac Detroit is active in sports/
Well I’mma tackle him, hit him with a bat, and then crash him against boards/
So whose the real athlete, your not that tough/
Ya best bet, is to just, make an exit like carpenters/
Plus Dark as fuck, I know you aint Jay perhaps/
Maybe that’s why no one loved when you faded to black/
Vacate to a safe haven, mane I’m staying strapped/
Usually aim AK but this time I’m spraying a Mack/
Your second rate, the Clay Aiken, he stays posting pics/
In halter tops, exposing his tits/
All out in the open, hoping men will notice /
Aint it ironic though, that this Mac is ho/
Yeah, ya rapping is wackness, you should practice your flowing/
But rather grab the lotion and go thru the motions/
En(giner) better move over, and act fast/
Got this mapped out; found your spot with Detroit atlas/
And my god, Nimrod he’s sprung by some Connie
