You call yourself the YOung Mik but you aint the Compton Kid so get out my house//
this is like a fight between a cat and a mouse, but he’s pervertedly aroused//
going around suckin the dicks of cow’s, in corn plows just like a hill billy//
really stop bein silly, a faggot like you standen up here sounden like Milly Vanilly//
now ya words sounden chilly, what you doin comen at me with flows of passion//
my flows ever lastin, you asken why you got a gay idiotic fashion//
im doin nothin but trashen, crashen your lonely party to the march of the gay parade//
now thanks to me the inflatable dick’s delayed, oh well your already old and decayed//
your fallen like the world trade, well now you payed so get back to your silence//
in this battle you’ll find no kindness, find yourself runnin scared of the violence//
you see my words behind your eyelids, cause im the wildest kid in my generation//
a juvenile delinquent that will pull the trigger with no hesitation, just do it out of desperation//
now all I see is a exclamation point at the end of this joint with a lot of inspiration//
yea its funny im ILL should of read the registration before getting involved in the
legistration//
now your steady pacen, racen racen to find in your brain some kind of formality//
hes a orangutang with poison ivy on his testicles in reality, so face your fatality in my mentality//
now your pleading insanity to humanity acting panicky scared to let out your voice//
your not wet your moice, we started this so were ending this, to post you don’t have a choice//

I got your mom playin with toy’s, and got her getting fucked by the dildo machine//
I gave her that cause the pussy hole’s green, I was scared to get in-between.