******* that ******* this/
shut da **** up and give my ass a kiss/
and go on google and type in 'diss'/
grandama's ,dogs bulls now masterbating?/
well if i told you the truth it'd devastating/
my power you cant over come/
and elite like me you'll never become/
if you think youve won, then dont get succumb/
cos now your gnna wreck'd/
a wack rapper i detect/
im a predator/
i become your creditor/
maybe i should alo be your lyrical editor/
you couldnt win even if you cheat/
so why admit defeat?/
it dont even cross my mind/
im refined/
so unwined and rewind/
eat them words and shove your dildo up your behind
lol dats was **** but it was just of the top of my head
gd battle man props
yo check this
yall check this and rate it 1-10
Yea ima lower rank thats right im a rookie,
your rank says inter but all i see is a pussy//
look at this everytime this kid spits its a miss,
he says he spits fire but he really spitin piss//
this is my lyrical domination
let me give you a demonstration,
a boy startin to go through menstration//
sylables that flow connect rhymes errect,
lines magical they make tupac reserect
thats the truth **** goes down when i step in da booth
beat up givin "a-bruise"called it lyrical abuse//
your profile say your e-mail is hidden,
well your rhymes are bitten and so is your rhythm//
you live in miami well how are your girl,
it really dont matter cause yours make me hurl//
im the one who 14 he says im a kid?,
i aint the one with DBZ of my sig//
you gonna say i cheated say the game was rigged,
worse thing is you like to snitch to the pig//
to me you just an imature rapper who got rhymes when he paid it,
all shaded jaded faded cause hes a rapper that never made it
a little explanation
i think you understand but for those who dont
his E-mail says hidden
this kid 16 and still watches Dragon ball Z and mega man on cartoons (imature)
i aint sniffin **** i aint spewing up glue,
all i do is see bustas and im talking bout you//
i asked for this battle numba two **** numba one,
you gettin all cocky but now is time to run//
son you aint got none that was **** when you won ,
you told infinite if he voted for you you pay him some//
thats not how I roll suck my dick,
or how you say in UK shut up ya bloody prick//
you aint got nothin on me but i got sumthing on you,
yea im 14 but i aint the one watchin winnie the poo//
you say you spit raw meat im seein tofu,
you couldnt even make it in my crew//
so everyone pissen on me you gettin kinda moody,
cause i piss on your family like an R-kielly movie//
you think your hot everyone given you boos
when em wrote stan stan was an example of you//
thats right stan cause you nothing but a fan,
when DZ crosses a road he needs mama to hold his hand//
haha whats the matter now you realize your rhymes about to shatter,
considerme the baker turn our rhymes into batter//
when i thrash you with my rhmes they arrested me for batter,
i crush you with my rhymes now everyone can hear you splatter//
body boy you treat life like a toy,
my lyrics are like misiles and im ready to destory//
ready to deploy turn you dead in your bed asleep,
i leave you in heavens grasp while you countin sheep//
you steppin into the fire about knee deep,
while i creep you seep into the mind of a peep//
i treat you like you was decent a bitch at 17
but to me your rhymes they just scream preeteen//
pre puberty while im just 14,
this kid been away cause he discovered hand cream//
thats nasty but you nasty too yea i know,
but this bitch gets confused when i switch my flow//
im more deadly than sars leavin you dead in the stars,
his mama didnt want him so she threw him at a car//
this kid could roll away but look his mama got him to stay,
but thats ok cause they say grotto is full of gays//
i leave you away full of dismay,
i put you in a trace just get my tracks and press play//
your rank says intermediete but to me is says rookie,
this bitch just mad cause he never got no nookie//
he tells me hes a rapper body wanna cookie,
with rhymes this complex i leave your brain all mushy//
im settin this up you prabably gonna say im young,
but your rhymes give off a smell simaler to dung//
last time i saw your girl i had to use my tongue,
while you at home gettin on with ya thumb//
yum yum lets eat some more,
his rhymes gonna be full of violance and gore//
ima rip your face kill your mom,
when he showed his mom she wondered where did i go wrong//
but thats where im done ill give you try,
i bet snatchas at his computer starting to cry//
D-Z why to battle you have to come over borders,
its cause in UK they said his flow was out of order//
D-Z says hes a Mac but now i see his flow is wack,
he thinks he can win? well a hell of a drug i crack//
dont come back this cause this **** i got a knack,
he actually gonna try cause smarts you always lack//
and when i be rippin tippin flippin you back,
i be kissin ur girl and she be grabbin my sack//
yo bitch why you in a hurry to get this battle goin,
i think this bitch figured how to get his lyrics flowin//
If this is all that D-Z got i think ima tak a nap,
cause ive found more valuable things inside of my crap//
you such a bop bitch your rhymes are overrated,
and the lyrics you bought im sure you overpaid it//
how come when u battle you try so hard than you start to go dead?,
its cause when your mama use to hug ya she droped you on ur head//
D-Zs just mad cause i got his girl in my bed,
i aint the only one, remember your best friend ed?//
sorry to brake it but you brakin down fast,
i aint black so you can kiss my white ass//
ght here i go
i said this kid had some skill now hes gona pay the bill,
if this kid had skill than he be takin a rappin pill//
i spit like daffy duck and I spits for real,
yous just a 3rd wheel man whats the deal//
my rhymes are unreal its me that you people feal i eat you up like a meal,
sorry for the squel i said i would conciel but this kid still got his sexualit
yea we got beef although your lines are low blows,
when you go im usin it like quid pro quo//
you go i go whos knows i know what shows i show,
ill mess you around like im moldin a piece of dough//
like im lyrical artist im the rappin vince van gough,
watch my flow as you start to sink below sink below//
i scare off emcees like i was a fuckin scarecrow(yall the crows),
im amazed how god gave me skills i was bestowed//
did you know years ago envy hired a gostwriter named, joe,
but i mark your everymove like you was in a puppet show//
i dont care what way i take you even a tko,
i lost more battles than you but i learned to let it go//
you cant identify my rhymes like i was a ufo,
i got you covered with probes from head to toe//
here we go my rhymes are startin to overflow,
ive seen all your rhymes ever so long ago//
now yous like a porn repeat stuck on HBO,
you treat rhymes like a chance like you takin a free through//
and if you ever had a desire to know,
not now not ever are you gonna be my bro//
so you wrote alittle song from you to me,
well let me analyze ill take a second lets see//
looks like Jbones knows how to rhyme with chronic,
now we all know this kid got hooked on phonics//
Envys white and still tryin to talk ebonics,
to bad because he aint ever gonna rhyme supersonic//
snatcha didnt i beat you first,
wasnt one lose enough to quench your thirst//
now is this enough to shut up your mind so perverse,
cause I never really new that 9 made 1 verse???//
in your rap im talking look at that let us see what i had to say,
oo that right (hum) your gay oo look at thet, that aint suprisen eii//
i got a whole crew tryin to face one guy,
o my envy couldnt do it alone what a suprise//
he had to get his crew just to give a reply,
thats pathetic so just say good bye//
its take 3 of yall just to get me worked,
but it only takes me to get all 3 of yall merked//
and through the whole "song" it sounded pervert,
on alert? cause i think you gettin over worked//
if anyone of these 3 would stop and retire,
dont you bitches under stand that bull fuels my fire//
when you spit i got this amazing to desire,
to tell how all yall downloaded your rhymes off lime-wire//
notice how my single verse is longer than your whole song(only including one chorus),
and thinkin to myself to write it didnt take nearly aas long//
these guys think they good but they as fucked up as cheech and chong,
and envy inpaticular cause he stole his mamas bong//
haha
these are dissen a buch of people and has a couple intervals
MC TrikstR wrote:**** that **** this/
shut da **** up and give my ass a kiss/
and go on google and type in 'diss'/
grandama's ,dogs bulls now masterbating?/
well if i told you the truth it'd devastating/
my power you cant over come/
and elite like me you'll never become/
if you think youve won, then dont get succumb/
cos now your gnna wreck'd/
a wack rapper i detect/
im a predator/
i become your creditor/
maybe i should alo be your lyrical editor/
you couldnt win even if you cheat/
so why admit defeat?/
it dont even cross my mind/
im refined/
so unwined and rewind/
eat them words and shove your dildo up your behind
good clean battle.
like the line underlined the best.
spot ya
o green chronic you were complaining like a bitch people were 'ganging up on you' but then you diss em ??? i dnt think any 1 is gnna be ass;d to read it so who were you dissing ?
some people on anotha site they have crews and they got 3 people from the crew to collab diss me...so i dissed tem...than otha people 2
Re: yo check this
Green_Chronic wrote:yall check this and rate it 1-10
Yea ima lower rank thats right im a rookie,
your rank says inter but all i see is a pussy//
look at this everytime this kid spits its a miss,
he says he spits fire but he really spitin piss//
this is my lyrical domination
let me give you a demonstration,
a boy startin to go through menstration//
sylables that flow connect rhymes errect,
lines magical they make tupac reserect
thats the truth **** goes down when i step in da booth
beat up givin "a-bruise"called it lyrical abuse//
your profile say your e-mail is hidden,
well your rhymes are bitten and so is your rhythm//
you live in miami well how are your girl,
it really dont matter cause yours make me hurl//
im the one who 14 he says im a kid?,
i aint the one with DBZ of my sig//
you gonna say i cheated say the game was rigged,
worse thing is you like to snitch to the pig//
to me you just an imature rapper who got rhymes when he paid it,
all shaded jaded faded cause hes a rapper that never made it
a little explanation
i think you understand but for those who dont
his E-mail says hidden
this kid 16 and still watches Dragon ball Z and mega man on cartoons (imature)
i aint sniffin **** i aint spewing up glue,
all i do is see bustas and im talking bout you//
i asked for this battle numba two **** numba one,
you gettin all cocky but now is time to run//
son you aint got none that was **** when you won ,
you told infinite if he voted for you you pay him some//
thats not how I roll suck my dick,
or how you say in UK shut up ya bloody prick//
you aint got nothin on me but i got sumthing on you,
yea im 14 but i aint the one watchin winnie the poo//
you say you spit raw meat im seein tofu,
you couldnt even make it in my crew//
so everyone pissen on me you gettin kinda moody,
cause i piss on your family like an R-kielly movie//
you think your hot everyone given you boos
when em wrote stan stan was an example of you//
thats right stan cause you nothing but a fan,
when DZ crosses a road he needs mama to hold his hand//
haha whats the matter now you realize your rhymes about to shatter,
considerme the baker turn our rhymes into batter//
when i thrash you with my rhmes they arrested me for batter,
i crush you with my rhymes now everyone can hear you splatter//
body boy you treat life like a toy,
my lyrics are like misiles and im ready to destory//
ready to deploy turn you dead in your bed asleep,
i leave you in heavens grasp while you countin sheep//
you steppin into the fire about knee deep,
while i creep you seep into the mind of a peep//
i treat you like you was decent a bitch at 17
but to me your rhymes they just scream preeteen//
pre puberty while im just 14,
this kid been away cause he discovered hand cream//
thats nasty but you nasty too yea i know,
but this bitch gets confused when i switch my flow//
im more deadly than sars leavin you dead in the stars,
his mama didnt want him so she threw him at a car//
this kid could roll away but look his mama got him to stay,
but thats ok cause they say grotto is full of gays//
i leave you away full of dismay,
i put you in a trace just get my tracks and press play//
your rank says intermediete but to me is says rookie,
this bitch just mad cause he never got no nookie//
he tells me hes a rapper body wanna cookie,
with rhymes this complex i leave your brain all mushy//
im settin this up you prabably gonna say im young,
but your rhymes give off a smell simaler to dung//
last time i saw your girl i had to use my tongue,
while you at home gettin on with ya thumb//
yum yum lets eat some more,
his rhymes gonna be full of violance and gore//
ima rip your face kill your mom,
when he showed his mom she wondered where did i go wrong//
but thats where im done ill give you try,
i bet snatchas at his computer starting to cry//
D-Z why to battle you have to come over borders,
its cause in UK they said his flow was out of order//
D-Z says hes a Mac but now i see his flow is wack,
he thinks he can win? well a hell of a drug i crack//
dont come back this cause this **** i got a knack,
he actually gonna try cause smarts you always lack//
and when i be rippin tippin flippin you back,
i be kissin ur girl and she be grabbin my sack//
yo bitch why you in a hurry to get this battle goin,
i think this bitch figured how to get his lyrics flowin//
If this is all that D-Z got i think ima tak a nap,
cause ive found more valuable things inside of my crap//
you such a bop bitch your rhymes are overrated,
and the lyrics you bought im sure you overpaid it//
how come when u battle you try so hard than you start to go dead?,
its cause when your mama use to hug ya she droped you on ur head//
D-Zs just mad cause i got his girl in my bed,
i aint the only one, remember your best friend ed?//
sorry to brake it but you brakin down fast,
i aint black so you can kiss my white ass//
ght here i go
i said this kid had some skill now hes gona pay the bill,
if this kid had skill than he be takin a rappin pill//
i spit like daffy duck and I spits for real,
yous just a 3rd wheel man whats the deal//
my rhymes are unreal its me that you people feal i eat you up like a meal,
sorry for the squel i said i would conciel but this kid still got his sexualit
yea we got beef although your lines are low blows,
when you go im usin it like quid pro quo//
you go i go whos knows i know what shows i show,
ill mess you around like im moldin a piece of dough//
like im lyrical artist im the rappin vince van gough,
watch my flow as you start to sink below sink below//
i scare off emcees like i was a **** scarecrow(yall the crows),
im amazed how god gave me skills i was bestowed//
did you know years ago envy hired a gostwriter named, joe,
but i mark your everymove like you was in a puppet show//
i dont care what way i take you even a tko,
i lost more battles than you but i learned to let it go//
you cant identify my rhymes like i was a ufo,
i got you covered with probes from head to toe//
here we go my rhymes are startin to overflow,
ive seen all your rhymes ever so long ago//
now yous like a porn repeat stuck on HBO,
you treat rhymes like a chance like you takin a free through//
and if you ever had a desire to know,
not now not ever are you gonna be my bro//
so you wrote alittle song from you to me,
well let me analyze ill take a second lets see//
looks like Jbones knows how to rhyme with chronic,
now we all know this kid got hooked on phonics//
Envys white and still tryin to talk ebonics,
to bad because he aint ever gonna rhyme supersonic//
snatcha didnt i beat you first,
wasnt one lose enough to quench your thirst//
now is this enough to shut up your mind so perverse,
cause I never really new that 9 made 1 verse???//
in your rap im talking look at that let us see what i had to say,
oo that right (hum) your gay oo look at thet, that aint suprisen eii//
i got a whole crew tryin to face one guy,
o my envy couldnt do it alone what a suprise//
he had to get his crew just to give a reply,
thats pathetic so just say good bye//
its take 3 of yall just to get me worked,
but it only takes me to get all 3 of yall merked//
and through the whole "song" it sounded pervert,
on alert? cause i think you gettin over worked//
if anyone of these 3 would stop and retire,
dont you bitches under stand that bull fuels my fire//
when you spit i got this amazing to desire,
to tell how all yall downloaded your rhymes off lime-wire//
notice how my single verse is longer than your whole song(only including one chorus),
and thinkin to myself to write it didnt take nearly aas long//
these guys think they good but they as **** up as cheech and chong,
and envy inpaticular cause he stole his mamas bong//
haha
these are dissen a buch of people and has a couple intervals
pretty fuc.king long green.
fu.ck me
the ones in bold
didnt like the simalarities with these rhymes and other rhymes.
ive heard the "valuable crap" line before. maybe you were tryin to re write it?
it had some good spit in but overall... i read the whole thing... thats sayin somethin.. ya no wat i mean (so fuckin long)
im hittin bed
peace
oops my bad bro safe tho cuz peace out
MC slipperz who won or whos even gnna judge it ................
!i!i MC slipperz wrote!i!i
my styles felt more than your mums fit arse
my style infects you arse like a hit of sars.
i will knock you so hard, youll see "trick stars"
my rhymes are so fat the **** need slim fast.
i can kill you without disrespect to the bible,
your my liked than the winner of american idol.
is that a bullet proof vest? is there something you want to get of ya chest?
fu.ck it... ill watch your face get messed
MC slippers rap 2
say by to your prophecy, youve just met the biggest guy commodity,
youve got the runs harder than an armed robbery.
im sick off hearing slippa with flippa,
i will kill you c.unt like jack the ripper
i aint whack either, you now that my rhymes are sweeter,
check yours but tricksta..... more bitter than beer.
the only thing that is gonna "rap close" here,
is ya sisters pantyhose, around my "pricked" ear.
youve got less "sense" than a bum on the street
you minds that dense, you forget to eat.
MC slipperz rap 3
you think your a real big timer, a fuc.kin sniper.... a fuse,
nah i burnt out lighter. you tryin to sniper is like wynona ryder
being a great garment hider.
twin towers hah? i will split you in half like a twix bar, bitch triksta
your clothes and toes are more wrinkled than my grandmah.
you think this rhyming game is easy?
your style is lik your trying to "B-G"
your styles more old than the cheese in your cock,
plus ya stink like the mold thats wiped on ya sock.
i can battle you in a split second,
leave you bit.ch thinkin of another objection.
the only thing that gets tense fool,
is your dog as you grab his "geni tools"
your rhmes have less structure than the tower of pizza
and next time you see ya sister, ask if i teached "ha"
MC slipperz rap 4
you grew up in near a "dumping site"
ya mother had a "shi.t" and said "somethins not write"
your stuffed full off so much fuc.king shi.t
is this because youve had a dick shoved in ya pit?
stop eying off brad pit, he is fuc.king taken,
and admit it, he gets you masterbatin.
you get less of an applause, than the "clap"
and you cant get of santa clauses "empty fuc.king sack"
I can hear ya heart start to beat,
is that man, cos you find it hard to admit defeat?
and oh no! i aint no homo thats your "suckin species",
"cum on" bro, you love that "fuc.kin fecies"
i cant be **** goin on with you,
Elton John, your days are through.
MC TrikstR rap battle 1
**** the bible im the prophecy
a major part in democracy
whilst you lie in hypocrisy
where a bulletproof vest
either way your chest ill compress
no wonder why your MC slipperz
over your own words you trip asif your in flippers
ive seen better movement (flow) in a club fulla stripperz
like i said you aint called slipperz for no reason
this aint treason
just devouring a wack wannabe every season
this time you got chose
the wack rap you just left expose
i went and oppose
hitting with severe blows
i think this shows that this rap for you comes to a close
MC TrikstR rap 2
Im the lyrical sniper / aim at your head you **** your diaper / ima venomous viper /pon riddim spider / I call your bitch in like the pied piper / so be ready to lose / and may I be excuse / while I rip outta fuse / and in your head infuse / if you refuse / ill cause more abuse / pump you with led rip your head to shred / on floor I left you to bled / like a twin tower /you fall and I hear you scoure / I over power and I devour / on your coffin a flower thrown ever hour / for remembrance of bombs I shower which made you prattle and sour / **** jack the ripper / rhymes every angle ill close him in a zipper / and finish him of with a wet kipper / my brain is 'dense' / but i make your's tense / cant keep with the suspence / cos im immense / need to switch into defense to survive my offense / when yo wrote that were you sucking on cocks? / cos ive heard better 60's **** out of a juke box
MC TrikstR rap 3
'ha'...wtf are you some sortta joker /
to the profounded and retarded ill have to smoke ya /
to your cavity ridden heart/
i dismantle and rip you apart/
you sound rusty and corrode?/
in your face ill implode/
as production building up in construction ill explode/
ill shove that wack peicca **** on cocktail stick/
and shove it on that crack you call a dick/
your sick yes the word i spread/
but not lyrically in your twisted head/
'dogs balls' and your 'grandma'/
well the truth hurts your mum i like to ride her/
whilst your checking out my dogs balls/
im having your bitch up all 4 walls/
enough of the twisted **** and look at the scale/
your going down you fail/
your trynna be a big boy pretending you go jail/
'MC slippers' you fall and sound like you all sloppily/
the only time you go jail is when you play monopoly/
face the reality/
mentality i cause fatality/
im too vile to exist people describe me as 'abnormality'/
also abnormality is your homosexuality/
im done causing too much brutality/
MC TrikstR rap 4
**** that **** this/
shut da **** up and give my ass a kiss/
and go on google and type in 'diss'/
grandama's ,dogs bulls now masterbating?/
well if i told you the truth it'd devastating/
my power you cant over come/
and elite like me you'll never become/
if you think youve won, then dont get succumb/
cos now your gnna wreck'd/
a wack rapper i detect/
im a predator/
i become your creditor/
maybe i should alo be your lyrical editor/
you couldnt win even if you cheat/
so why admit defeat?/
it dont even cross my mind/
im refined/
so unwined and rewind/
eat them words and shove your dildo up your behind
ITE SOME 1 VOTE MINE AND SLIPPERZ BATTLE I DUNNO HOW YOU PUT IT IN THAT WHITE PAGE THING SO I DONE IT LIKE THAT ANY JUDGE IT I GOT THE VOTING SCHEME UP JUST JUDGE IT
SAFE
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yo i vote 4 trick
to lazy to xplain
freein 4 da hell of it...
ayo itz ya boi unknown solja back in the house,
have niggas wit they backs to tha wall like we playin `Cat n Mouse'//
Yall kno im tha realest kid that jus keeps comin,
pull tha tech out and watch tha kids get to runnin//
i keep them girlz sweatin tha way i keep on tha grind,
bitches wanna get wit me but itz a waste of my time//
cuz hoes mean money lost and ima money maker,
so i stay coo and put them hoes on my bed fa later//
i keep real to tha game and keep "makin-muh-money",
and if 1 of yall step to me ima have to b "shakin-a-dummy"//
ill pop caps in ya chest gettin ur heart throbbin,
and freein Cassidy will b tha least of ur problems//
ill have yall gettin pissed raisin ur frustration,
but when u step to me ill pull reverse child molestation!//
talk **** to me and ill make sure my glock gets to poppin,
and when we fire shots we make sure its bodies that keep droppin//
and trust me yo im 14 but im still in my prime,
and if bad rhymes was a crime then ud b doin sum time//
Now if u wanna beef it may come out chewy,
cuz tha kid keeps hatas pissed off like that baby names stuie!//
Game ova lil bitches u lose and i win,
and dont talk **** to me cuz ill bruise up ya chin...
rate my spit 1-10
anyone up for a quick battle?
yo, where the hell is eryk?
he gone 4 a week he'll be back soon though
Yo, everyone look at Verse-Matude's site
aight unstable here it is and after u spit we'll get judges
i got other rappers to verse so i don't got time to deal wit you/even if you was about to die no one would have a last meal wit you/i seen the place you and your friends meet/that's a great spot you got on sesame street/it's like i'm from Miami cuz i bring the Heat/i can burn you wit fire or make you freeze wit sleet/you a baby here so get your rattle and your bottle/you come in weak i come full throttle/you no good here so you need some protection/we all know when you look at guys you get erections/i got you beat like it's chess and i just got checkmate/when it comes to your brain that **** is dead weight/i'll kick your ass from nyc to the jersey shore/you wanna fight me come to my spot at the corner store/you got a hooptie so you try to get your ride pimped by xzibit/don't be mad cuz i can take your whole rap and flip it/i got the guns cocked ready to blow off your lid man/are you from austraillia cuz all you do is Kid Man/i'll make your vision even darker than pure darkness/since you just got killed i'll put this date on your grave and mark this/i been here for a while so you can call me a vet/i didn't bang your mom cuz i was doin a penthouse pet/that last round was just the beginning of the incision/i already know i got the winning decision/i got you dizzy and your head feelin woozie/gimme that like i'm bun b lil weezie or boozie/you talk alot of **** for someone who's lyricall content is trash/you gettin marked up like you hit the road and got whiplash/you should be beggin for your life cryin and pleadin/you think about givin up wit every ryhme you readin/you poor so for clothes you use scraps of cloth/girls are repelled by you like your a mothball and they're the moth/your ryhmes are slower than a sloth/i'ma put 2 bullets in your shoulders and that's the ones you'll be cryin on/when i hit you wit the firearm/claim to be rich you betta pay me homage/you can stack all the chips in the world you'd still be garbage/you anotha dumbass that got in my way/i kill more than dj kay slay/when it comes to rappin here you slip and skid/you could be a dj except they'd say dj who kid?/you front like someone wit messed up teeth wearin grills/you faker than sugar pills/i'm like a chameleon in this game i blend in/i keep hittin you so your wounds aint mendin/you probablly wonderin when this pain is endin/i'm done messin wit weak rappers that are really strippers/i'm gonna put you in that black back wit zippers/that way you can join mcee slippers/you can catch me freestylin on shade forty five/if this was a boxin match you shoulda taken a dive/cuz i play you like x box and you leavin Dead or Alive/since you got beef wit me now you one of my enemies/i kill you like i'm assasinatin kennedy/i'm someone you don't wanna look at the wrong way/you gonna pop at me then make my day/you only tough when you holdin the chrome/you playin the part of a rapper like when rocky was played by sylvestir stylone/
