INTRODUCING

MZ FELONY 01
FAKE EMCEEZ'LL BE CALLIN MY GUN POPPI(PAPI) CUZ IT'LL BE POPPIN-SLUGS//
IMA STR8 THUG, I WALK AROUND WITH MORE "GREEN SHIT" THAN "POPEYE" DOES//
I CAN LYRICALLY KILL YOU,MAKE YA MY "BITCH" LIKE UR "SEXUALITY FLIPPED-SIDES"//(gay)
FOOL, UR FUCKIN WITH THE WRONG CHICK,U'LL GET CLAPPED QUICK AND DIE//
HOE STOP RUNNIN' YA MOUTH,MY CREW WILL CRUSH-YA//
DAWG,IF WE WERE PART OF YA BODY YOU STILL COULDNT TOUCH US//
UR RHYMES ARE A MESS,UR JUST USE-LESS//
I SPIT NUTTIN BUT REAL SHIT WHILE UR RHYMES ARE TRUTH-LESS//
I LEAVE CHUMPS LIKE I DO MY CLEAN CLOTHES,"FOLD-ED"//
YOU THINK YOU CAN DEAL WITH BIG GUNZ?..I GAVE YOU A 9 AND U COULDNT EVEN HOLD-IT//
HATIN ON ME...MY LYRICAL GUN'LL GIVE YOU A SAL-U-TATION//(greetin')
HOW YOU GONNA JACK OFF TO MY PICS BUT MY STYLE-U-HATIN'//
IM "SICK" OF HEARIN MY NAME COME-OUT-YA-MOUTH//
MY RHYMES ARE STR8 "ILL", MY CREW'LL HAVE YA SPITTIN CUM-OUT-YA-MOUTH, BITCH I'LL BLOW YA BRAINS OUT//
MS.FELONY STAY RHYMIN' GOOD LIKE IT'S PART OF MY TRAITS//
THESE BULLETS FROM MY NINE HOES THEY'RE GONNA BE PART OF YA' FACE//
WHEN IT COMES TO SPITTIN'...I'M SO GOOD BITCHES AND NIGGAS WANNA FOLLOW//
BUT AS FOR YOU...WHEN IT "CUM" TO "SPITTIN"....YOU JUST "SWALLOW"//

YEAH MA IM FEELINH YOU BUT LETS HIT HARD USING SANOTHER METHOD OF LYRICISM.

WORD~PERFECT
IM wanna the illest ever herd on microphone-
Diss you...
then you dedicate your life to placing me in a tombstone-
trace my words and claim them as your own-
The day I die from being copybitten my haters will murder my clones-
I got no worries-once my brain storms flurry-
The only time your crew’s deep is when they get left buried-
Open text heismen you not even a prospect-
Rappen on the net- is the only way you post a threat-
Your style broke….. you rap poorely-
Never ate a rapper so you aint got shit for me-
Wack rappers get the balls-after a loss-
Then realize I don’t abide newtons laws-I refuse to go UP just to FALL OFF-
Give me brains…I aint know you sucked but Im learnen-
Sorry I eat pussy.
with my tongue yeast infected spit and leave the mic burnen-
if your whack and think a rabbits foot will help you keep wishening-
spittin next to me- is your gaurentee platinum sells…
when im done a million people stop listening-
centz is an ace of spades the illest one of a kind-
but I here my shit come out rappers mouths enough times-
to call myself REWIND-
and the day my sells recline-or decline-
is cause I caught fakes bumping my rhymes-
and choked them with it till they flatlined-
and me- and a 380 got something in common nah mean-
we both can rip thirteen-in your team-
WHEN I RELEACE NINE YOU FEEL IN DANGER-
IF YOU LIVE I STILL HOLD 3 MORE TO BE CHAMBERED-