Let me check this mic, he’s met with strikes.. Surely, he’ll argue with the ump
The kid’s garbage and can’t find a home.. Public Works barred you from the dump
The boy talks cocky in his crew forum, but seems jumbled when I told mine
Embarrassed before RB as a whole.. It’s like ya fumbled on the goal line
I’m rude as hell, as my tude’ll tell.. Makin him a loser quicker than the dude from Dell
He wants to get rid of the “pink inside” so I leave a few from his crew done well
You have Word Perfect’s number? We’re Lazy-Boy recliners, seatin’ your crew’s guys
Amnesia is what they call it.. Remember? You were beaten by Tru Liez
MiC’s like his boy Jamie Kennedy (Mad Man).. He pretty much pales in comparison
The kid’s put in hearse (Hearst) after hearse and I nail it like Garrison
The only way MiC handled heat was when on Halloween he said, “Let’s Be Assassins”
And his repertoire’s as non-evident as the fan base of Jeff-uh-rey Atkins (Ja Rule)
Mediocre is not a good thing.. Especially when your crew claims to be War Lords
Robitussin should clear up that parched throat.. After losing, it does the same to a sore sport
So overdose, you never compete.. Poof! With that and some claps my endeavor’s complete
You should cancel your RB account now, unless you happen to be clever with beats
Kingston, New York? Sounds like a town fixin’ to blow up with the baddest (not..)
If it really was a town of kings, wouldn’t it show up on an Atlas?
After this one, MiC’s body is found in RB’s Lake of Losers, chalky and mortared..
Go back to your real life, gaulk at the “Men’s Fitness” cover while drinkin’ coffee at Borders..

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