MIC B
Im Breaking through yo chest plate, about to seperate yo anatomy into lil pieces, gonna destroy ur punk ass graudually & decimate ur bitches fetus, ur the weakest, Emcee, to ever step foot in the siccness, so grab ya witness its a lyrical 187 & Mic B bout to put u in a body bag & stitches, now u got a toe tag & and every flow uve ever had, has multiple glitches, just face it u cant flow fag. so dont even try, u wonder why, when i get mad, i verbaly cock it back & blow it out ya eye. now watch as i make yo mind shake, abusing yo dome like it was an earthquake. now ive got my credentials & ya hate it, you couldnt be related, you live yo life a loser & hated, time to put u asleep or sedated, cause i know u like my rymes so much u try to imitate it. I make up my own shit, thats why i wasnt afraid to bust when ya told me to spit, because to me u aint shit, bitch. All know that im the man its plain to see, i deploye bombs on u like u were in afganhi, coming too hard & now u cant stand me, Its Mic B destroying yo whole family.
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EaStWoOD
R U 4 REAL...come-on-cuzz,tell me u was playin//
they said u waz ILL...yea...like a 3rd-year-cancer-patient//
grip mics like master-ba-tion,e-jac-u-lat-in on yo verse//
man go re-hearse,UR AT "LEAST" the "WORST" that i've ever dis-persed//
nice choice-of-words,but im affraid u'll neva get-it-2-getha//
UR SO FUCCIN FAKE...man YA BODY BAG WAZ MADE OF PLEATHER//
call me Apacalypse,monotonously droppin shit//
ill "SOCC" u bitch,
wit the MIC SWITCH OFF so they dont COP MY "HITZ"//
I-GOT-DA-SKITZ...like Lynch said,but i aint eaten-no-nutz//
IM SMOKIN-ALL-SLUTZ,(lettin em fall-2-da-ground),LIKE CIGARETTE BUTTZ//
pull triggaz-2-clutch,aim'n at mid-sectionz,rippin-up-gutz//
MANN FUCC...killin this cunt here done ruined-my-lunch//
through-u i bust,tearin-out everthang that exists inside u//
SLIDE THOO YA HURSE BLASTIN 2 MAKE SHO-U-DIED-FOO//
i-try-2...do..what-i-ca-do...when-i-ca-do-it//
u choke-off-KOOL_AID,MAN I BURP-UP FUCCIN FLAMABLE FLUID//
"EAST HOW DID-U-DO-IT?"...is what every-body is askin me//
SIMPLE...I JUST ADDED I.T.C.H 2 MIC B//
Im Breaking through yo chest plate, about to seperate yo anatomy into lil pieces, gonna destroy ur punk ass graudually & decimate ur bitches fetus, ur the weakest, Emcee, to ever step foot in the siccness, so grab ya witness its a lyrical 187 & Mic B bout to put u in a body bag & stitches, now u got a toe tag & and every flow uve ever had, has multiple glitches, just face it u cant flow fag. so dont even try, u wonder why, when i get mad, i verbaly cock it back & blow it out ya eye. now watch as i make yo mind shake, abusing yo dome like it was an earthquake. now ive got my credentials & ya hate it, you couldnt be related, you live yo life a loser & hated, time to put u asleep or sedated, cause i know u like my rymes so much u try to imitate it. I make up my own shit, thats why i wasnt afraid to bust when ya told me to spit, because to me u aint shit, bitch. All know that im the man its plain to see, i deploye bombs on u like u were in afganhi, coming too hard & now u cant stand me, Its Mic B destroying yo whole family.
***
EaStWoOD
R U 4 REAL...come-on-cuzz,tell me u was playin//
they said u waz ILL...yea...like a 3rd-year-cancer-patient//
grip mics like master-ba-tion,e-jac-u-lat-in on yo verse//
man go re-hearse,UR AT "LEAST" the "WORST" that i've ever dis-persed//
nice choice-of-words,but im affraid u'll neva get-it-2-getha//
UR SO FUCCIN FAKE...man YA BODY BAG WAZ MADE OF PLEATHER//
call me Apacalypse,monotonously droppin shit//
ill "SOCC" u bitch,
wit the MIC SWITCH OFF so they dont COP MY "HITZ"//
I-GOT-DA-SKITZ...like Lynch said,but i aint eaten-no-nutz//
IM SMOKIN-ALL-SLUTZ,(lettin em fall-2-da-ground),LIKE CIGARETTE BUTTZ//
pull triggaz-2-clutch,aim'n at mid-sectionz,rippin-up-gutz//
MANN FUCC...killin this cunt here done ruined-my-lunch//
through-u i bust,tearin-out everthang that exists inside u//
SLIDE THOO YA HURSE BLASTIN 2 MAKE SHO-U-DIED-FOO//
i-try-2...do..what-i-ca-do...when-i-ca-do-it//
u choke-off-KOOL_AID,MAN I BURP-UP FUCCIN FLAMABLE FLUID//
"EAST HOW DID-U-DO-IT?"...is what every-body is askin me//
SIMPLE...I JUST ADDED I.T.C.H 2 MIC B//