MR. MAYHEM OR CAN I CALL YOU GIRLS NEVER WANT TO DATE EM', OR CAN I TELL YA'LL THE REASON WHY HE ACTING LIKE THAT IS BECAUSE WHEN HE WAS YOUNG HIS DAD TRIED TO RAPE EM', YO KID YOU DON'T KNOW ME WHY YOU RUNNING LIP HATIN', I'M SITTING HERE DEBATING, ON WHETHER I SHOULD DEGRATE HIM, SHOULD I SPIT THIS FIRE ON HIS FACE AND MAKE HIS EYES, EARS, NOSE AND LIPS START BAKING, LEAVE HIM IN ICU FOR WEEKS WITH RERUNS OF RERUN SHAKING, CAUSE HOMEBOY YOU'RE A WACK RAPPER IN THE MAKING, THIS IS 2003 SO TAKE THOSE GRANDMASTER FLASH LYRICS BACK TO THE DAYS OF "BREAKIN'". YOU BUSTA I'M NOT FROM THE SOUTH I JUST LIVE HERE, I'M A NEW YORK BRAWLER I'LL HIT YOU SO HARD IN YOUR CHEST PROBABLY MAKE YA RIBS TEAR, I'LL BLOW YOU WITH A FEW LINES BUT I HOPE THERE AIN'T NO KIDS NEAR, CAUSE WHEN I GET READY FOR ATTACK I'LL LEAVE YOU AND YOUR NIG. SCARED. MR. M WATCH ME DROP THIS GEM WITH NO PEN, EVEN IF I HAD NO FINGERS AND NO MIND I'LL STILL BEAT YOU IN THIS RAP TREND. YOU SAID YOU'RE FROM EVERYWHERE BUT I BET YOU'RE REALLY FROM SAN FRAN., AND THE WAY YOU SOUND I KNOW YOU'RE PETER PAN'S MAN. SIT DOWN BE EASY. YOU CLOWN I KNOW YOU LIKE IT GREASY, SO I'M GOING TO SEND SOME BOYS DOWN TO YA SPOT WITH THE KY JELLY, MONEY I EAT CHUMPS LIKE YOU FOR REAL HOW YOU TYPING YOU SHOULD BE IN MY BELLY. AIIGHT LET ME HOLD UP BEFORE YOU GET YOUR FEELINGS HURT, AND EVEN IF I WAS FROM THE SOUTH I'LL JUST SHOW YOU HOW THE DIRTY WORK. YOU'RE WACK HOMEBOY YOUR COMPETITION IS NONE, I MEAN YOU BETTER OFF MAKING HITS WITH A GUN. GO HOME! IT'S NOTHING, CAN'T YOU TELL BY THE FLOW AND THE PROFILE!