MIXING: Emcee Marco
Production: Emcee Marco
2 Fingers to you if you wanna run your mouth about me.
I know they call you a faggitish, but yu aint gotta be hittin onto me,
They said that he sounded like Pac, Now he's singin' RnB
I'm flingin bars and sheets, killin bars and beats
I lace my meat with gasoline you don't wanna spark the beef
You don't wanna spar with me
You fags, I'll make you bounce faster than movin' trampolines
'nd Swag, Imma force on the streets
I'm bored of you freaks
Sayin you gonna hit me on my nose till it bleed?
First give ya boards in a piece,! This more than wat you read..
This is lyrical murder, I'll leave you floored on the beat
I'm a satan in a rage, puttin' yah haters in a place
Chucklin while lookin at Ax's pics,
The faggits got that make up on his face!!
Wat you haters gotta say? Have steve lookin' green like I sprayed him with gamma rays..
You aint sick, biters..You just dick riders
Sayin you lyrical? When You better as skit writers?
Now tell me who spit tighter?
Fuckers!! Yeah smoke I'm wheezy kind
You don't wanna beef with rhymes
You just wanna be faggitish with Brodha V on a "sleazy night"
You all the cheesy kind, I don't even know why I'm wastin time
A girl fuckin murdered you with her hatin rhymes.
Regards,
Emcee Marco