'Fit's ready for battle but he was confused
Painted me red, when all i wanted was to be blue
I guess i could never be like you
Guess i'm too stupid to roll wit you
Ain't that true?
Fuck it, you know what, this red shirt fits me too
The one man crew, i guess i got some rhymes to spew
My mission is simple, i just gotta out-rhyme you
Butchu missin a rule, Fit's shit should be censored
None'o y'all is ready to take this linguistic adventure
Fit's shit so tight, paramedics be carryin you out on a stretcher
Rap inventor
Number one contender
For the blue team, Fit= career ender
Ain't no pretender, da defender, offender
You probaly got all offended when i said nigger
Is that your trigger? is that how i get you started, figures
Probably think i'm a wigger, talkin bout
"Me and my boy Bag'll kill you nigger"
But i'm here in my basement fine-tuning my speech
While John and his Bag take a windy walk on the beach
Blowin eachother, 2 turns each
Or they just keep goin til climax is reached
John comes out it wit jizz on his teeth
But he don't care, he's just happy he got piece
It's a treat, for that ugly ass freak
John's goin "Damn that's the second time he got me this week"
You think i lack hits? My rhymes really need to be tweaked?
I don't need shit! My shit is hot, 50 Cent taught me to rob
But now the battle's on, so let's go
Steppin in the ring wit me is a risk though
Unleash the dragon worse then Sisqo
While your rhymes carry more ass then J-Lo
See me on Mtv yo?
Naw, cuz they cut it when i jumped in and Raised Up on Pablo
Poor Petey, had his little t-shirt in his fist screaming "GOD NO!!"
Hey Joe, did i stutter? "I don't think so"
That's what i thought bro
Now everyone, on to what you came fo
Mistkal has a message, shake ya ass
Get on the dance floh
Painted me red, when all i wanted was to be blue
I guess i could never be like you
Guess i'm too stupid to roll wit you
Ain't that true?
Fuck it, you know what, this red shirt fits me too
The one man crew, i guess i got some rhymes to spew
My mission is simple, i just gotta out-rhyme you
Butchu missin a rule, Fit's shit should be censored
None'o y'all is ready to take this linguistic adventure
Fit's shit so tight, paramedics be carryin you out on a stretcher
Rap inventor
Number one contender
For the blue team, Fit= career ender
Ain't no pretender, da defender, offender
You probaly got all offended when i said nigger
Is that your trigger? is that how i get you started, figures
Probably think i'm a wigger, talkin bout
"Me and my boy Bag'll kill you nigger"
But i'm here in my basement fine-tuning my speech
While John and his Bag take a windy walk on the beach
Blowin eachother, 2 turns each
Or they just keep goin til climax is reached
John comes out it wit jizz on his teeth
But he don't care, he's just happy he got piece
It's a treat, for that ugly ass freak
John's goin "Damn that's the second time he got me this week"
You think i lack hits? My rhymes really need to be tweaked?
I don't need shit! My shit is hot, 50 Cent taught me to rob
But now the battle's on, so let's go
Steppin in the ring wit me is a risk though
Unleash the dragon worse then Sisqo
While your rhymes carry more ass then J-Lo
See me on Mtv yo?
Naw, cuz they cut it when i jumped in and Raised Up on Pablo
Poor Petey, had his little t-shirt in his fist screaming "GOD NO!!"
Hey Joe, did i stutter? "I don't think so"
That's what i thought bro
Now everyone, on to what you came fo
Mistkal has a message, shake ya ass
Get on the dance floh