Let me tell you the problem of next level

We got a dude that would rather type then spit in you face//
He also the one that everyone calls him the white race//
Then we got a dude that gets his rhyme over with fast//
But he’ll be the first to make you kiss his tall ass//
Then there is a guy that don’t like to spit at all//
But when he does spit that dude is raw and makes any bitch crawl//
And then there is me that don’t know what he can and cant say//
You think we going to lose there is no way//
You just can’t fuck with us today//
Or tomorrow//
If you fuck with us I bet my bottom dollar that you feel sorrow//
You like that orphan Anne with all her singing and dancing//
You more gay than those three guys for Hanson//
We fuck you up till you look worst that Marylyn Manson//
We know you don’t want any more//
But when we battle we come with a strong metaphor//
Strong ass crew that you can’t fuck up//
We get tested by the cops we have to pee in a cup//
While you still just doing mister minors//
We wrap you in a bun like the Oscar Myor wieners//