Lyrics
the crown is mine, this is my place loser/
watch me take tom off the top like every myspace user//
mars flow as cold as eskimo/
dont get the picture? then metal will let em no/
im hella dope, u couldnt see mars with 100 telescopes//
you'll get murked for kickin shit/
ill hurt this little kid, squirt and flip his lid/
Thomas, the only rapper to get his name from a birth certificate//
you wont win! you must be deaf/
im quick to go postal, like the USPS/
until u see me, you aint see death//
u spit borin chatter, the win is what im goin after/
bust a rhyme; we'll all be snorin' after/
cuz u pale in comparison to me, like Michael Jackson's before and after//
Mars awlays grippin tools to stick this fool/
while u all talk and no action, like an interview/
Mars is to sick to lose//
listen dudes, he aint buzzin/
his only fan is his little cousin*//
personal business,my verbs is ridiculous/
hurtin these children with a verse full of sickness/
you losin, stop racing, ruling is my obligation/
im never scared, this dude is always blazin/
while u stay wit butterflies in your stomach like the dude on operation//
you know how ima teach u a lesson whore/
ima go the minimum, to show u less is more/
no need to settle the score, ur enough a bitch/
grab your neck and slit/
mars stay bustin shit, i know tribal elders* lovin it/
i compare u to dull scissors, you just aint cuttin it//
*1-check his myspace
*2-tribal elders is his crew
