haha motha fucka.... you ready for this?...check it

motha fucka step to me like he iron mike in his illist prime
lil bitch imma show you mictorious aint worth a fuckin dime
this fool trys to spit his shit ill and misses the mark like shaqs freethrows
imma show you son were hatred comes from, belive me that shit grows
deep inside when you step to me, imma spit it to ya ears drums like fire
motha fucka you think you got the skillz? damn dawg youz a lier
and you only lyin to ya damn self, we all know ya rhymes suck
nigga you bout to find out what it means to run outta luck

mictorious im splittin ya fuckin cells like mitosus in the lab
watch the fuck out son, see the ax on tha shelf? imma grab
and start swingin it straight to ya motha fuckin dome
im sendin ya home, fuck you nigga you been sonned
and now its time to send ya ass straight to hevan to meet the lord
nigga your name is gonna be the next death to be added to my murked board
yeah bitch its time for ya lyrical death and shits commin soon
when i pull my ax back and swing it fast ya meet ya doom
motha fucka no ones gonna miss you, ya dead, bloody on tha floor
standin at heavins gate and knowin u been fucked up hardcore

BIATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!