Let me give yall a couple bars why I am nice/
Cause I can spit atcha and hurt you, wit out thinkin twice/
I spit atcha brain and merk dude, and stop the blinkin of light//
they'wn call me the Mel-Man for nothing, this aint a joke/
Battle me bitch, and see if I'wn get provoked/
To clap atcho ass, and choke ya damn throat//
Yo air flow stopped, I tell you to breathe easy/
I tryta tol'ja, but you aint wanna belee me/
Nah you laid out on a strecther, cause you though I you was greasy/
I'wn play childish game, especially when I tell you to be easy//
ChAmP StAtUs, the type of level I'm on/
When I drop the mic, you lookin like somein wrong/
Pick up the mic, and get ya rap on//
You cant, why, because I smashed em' anarchy/
They cant see when I spit, it start to get dark g./
The rhymes is like a semi-shotty in the night, its gotta spark b.//
If you wanna test my skills holla at me PM, or try and Bitch Slap/
Guaranteed when I recieve, The bitch gone get clapped//
I'm nice, I'm hot, think not, take away ya rights rite nah.
WHATS THE GOD IN YOU LIKE, behind enemy territories?
cum-c-me biytch