REMIX boye..
I don't know why you think your Chaotic
For your a bitch tryin to get a dollar being exotic
No good at rap, When yah hit the streets, the hood juss laughs
Realizing that your fuckin with MISTAH FUCKIN MVP
haha WHOA>>>
check game
Boy listen up, i'm tired of dealing with Punks like you//
Ask Game Insane bout my shit, I'm Trunk tight too//
I'm bout to "Break you down" like a digestive system//
heard yah audio, now wonder why we question ryhthm//
You live a dark life, I'm the FLIAMENT lighting up the scene//
After you seen my name on this bracket, Fright was in yah dreams//
These WORDS gone hit you, as if yah juss got smacked by a book//
You aint a gaffla, robber, thug, murder, you a fake act of a crook//
After i'm done beating you, you'll be stiched up like a base-ball//
thinking your hard, cuz yah punking ya sister chasing-her-dolls//
yous a fake like bitches silicon after getting breast implants//
CHAOS IS BISEXUAL, reason his LOVE STATUS: GALLIVANT//
Only time you hitting the streets is to preach: JOHOVA witness//
TEXT STYLES switch like Linguistic, juss 4 i'm KING OF SICCNESS//
the only RAPPIN your good at is during X-mas time of year//
I put scared emotions in you, My metaphoric lines you fear//
HMM My lyrics must be snapple, for they "MADE FROM THES BEST ON EARTH//
and this battle aint over until you dead and you'll REST IN A HERSE//
So i bet you think you have chance with me? i say hardly//
My last words after everything i said, I'M NOT SORRY//
EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT//
CHAOS IS A FAGGOT, NO DOUBT BOUT IT//
I ACCOMPLISH ONLY THE SHIT YOU DREAM
MISTAH MVP