I MC You

I eat MCs for breakfast, I can't put up ya fake rhyme

'Till I'm full 'n vigurously shate dust, at least my shit ya can make shine

Spit a rap 'bout sluts and coke y'all motherfuckers think you so dope

You're wack, your pen shuts and choke ya lack of brain 'n no freaking nut sack

Fack! I could shock you WOW, put my glock in view sight of the crowd

Let 'em see ya sissies piss 'n vow to not start against me a new fight now

I'm fresh meat in the game sent to put y'all suckers to fucking shame

I don't wanna meet the fame, but y'll have a hard time stomach my name

And this subliminal insult will make ya a minimal unlyrical MC willin' to slave

Ya mom to Satan for fakin' half the skill I was gave to write this suspenseful game