Aight nice spit good luck...

Mic Hogan you should like a fag wrestler in tights
You fuckin poser, why you tryin to be like Mike? (Michael Jordan)
I see you wearin 15's (Jordan Shoes) and in the future 22's (Soon to be Jordans)
Hes successful, always has been unlike you
Your rhymes arent street, they belong in the LAPD
But my rhymes are on fire, we goin need the NYFD
You dont taked risks in your flows, yet you say youre Evil Kennevil
My raps infectious, spread lie Resident Evil (Playstation Game)
Your rhymes were loud once, but now they died out, Like a blastin fart
I dress original, you dress blue light special from K-Mart
Your rhymes have caught a spark, they be a flame
My flows refreshin like April rain, I'm on top of my game
When I'm gone white boys goin have big shoes to fill
If this flow were beef itd be all up in yo grill
Want me to rewind. I gotta fast forward
Your raps are an overgrown lawn you just got mower'd
If yo raps were hot sauce theyd be mild
My flows crazier than Girls-Gone-Wild
Smoothest rhymes slick as griese (how ever you spell it)
All i gotta say Mic Hogan is 3-3. Peace!