yo here it is...it's tight, ya dig


Your previous dialogue reminds me of Jessica Simpson, “is this chicken?”,
Phat Mic, beat me? yeah right, ya similar in anotha way too, ya both always bitchin,

I’m comin for the kill lyrically with viciousness, not unlike the third reich,
Throwin ‘Fat Mike’ in the oven, Fat’s chewy, but it’s all right with some spice,

You’re like the female prez candidate, an apparition, your loss is non-negotiable,
So get in the kitchen, or like A big boxer who don’t wanna fight, too scared of the KO, cryin and so emotional,

A tissue?
I’m like Redmen scalping u up, you got no balls or pride, ur already castrated,
Your shit never flows solid, it’s not flowin at all, cause you constipated,

If there was a baseball-to-rap transaction, I’d be traded fo arod n the yankees all,
Where as you’d be worth nothin, cept for a bucket of used dirty baseballs,

My spit, yeah it causes hurricanes, I heat up when I feel da breeze,
Shut up Mic you’re like Nick, a nothing, I’m way hotta then 98 degrees,

Phat’s- MIC is of the toys r’ us kind, he’s needin some teaching in multimedia n tech,
5 dollars, well your mic’s a good find, although yo flow aint worth it, I got no respect,

I’m like Sub-Zero in Mortal Kombat, shits ice cold literally,
Freezin contestants all day, with this flawless victory.

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