Blunt Mc \/s I-Wizzy pt2
 

Blunt-Mc
I willy-willy don't think IWilly has a fuckin' hope.//
like sadamm huisein before his office was over-thrown.//
I'm givin' you one warning, surrender and no show or you'll be sorry.//
this already the second round, don't you remember what happened last time.//
I set you down easy, then you started talkin' like you was beefin.//
so this time I ain't gonna go so easy, you wont be leaving without your record readin' O for 2.//

---switch it up---

a'ight yo.. check it...
disrespectin records the way you rap like you on my levle.//
you not, you under me like I was a cloud thundering from heaven.//
while you on the ground blundering, wondering if I'll let up.//
not until you get up off my dick and walk, or end up toe tagged and outlined in chalk.//
my verses got "power Lines" that "shock" you got a battery that don't even spark.//
it's dark in ya head 'cause ain't no Idea bulbs commin' on up there.//
just a long blank stare, then despare as you realize I'm the one who faired.//
actin' like you not scared, I gotta hand it to you, that's alot of 'shit you can talk there.//
but that's exactally what it is 'shit', the only way you 'back it up' is thru 'constipation'.//
you rhymin' with exoneration from being a real mc.//
I got connotations commin' out my fanny, so many if you had any I got one to rip-it-up.//
call me 'Soap-mc' the way my 'clean' punches got you slippin' up.//
fuck it, call me DMX the way I 'live it up', or 'ja' the way I 'murder' your 'inc'.//
burdon your wig like a migrane poundin' from the inside-out.//
your lines irate couldn't put any weight on my calm bars now.//
calm down dawg, you need a date, why don't you take 'palm'ala out./// lol


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ayo man its ya boy I-wizzy in the place/
the only time we applaud is when we clap at ya face/
this shit right here its the world premire/
im a thug the will bite of Mike Tysons ear/
yo im'a win and thats final/
this nigga so wack i think im watchin american idol/
My name is I-Wizzy and i like to take a pizzy/
i'll pop 8 in ya legs and have you dancin like diddy/
i might be a fat but ya gurl still wanna free willy/
nigga fuck around i'll bury you in a ditch/
fuck ya face up and have it bigger than lil mo's lips/
nigga i come from S.K.V with mobs/
nigga you look like littl kim before she got a boob job/
you better call jesse jackson for some affermative akshun/
i'll beat ya ass so bad you'll look lighter than michael jackson/
nigga i'll buss da chrome/
B.E.T I bet he's going home/