fuck you both, at least mike is tryin/
if you dont quit your complain'in, you'll both be die'in//
see i dont need a knife, just my hands/
i'm the tuffest rapper in all these lands//
and for you spelling, its grusome/
i just left your mothers, we had a three some//
so get a dictionary, your fucking asses/
dont rap, play pictionary, but you'll need some glasses//
piece you fuckers