Its smellin like pussy, so you must be the cat//
son, you wouldn't be here if your mom woulda made me wear a jimmy hat//
You better watch ya mouth, you don't wanna see me attack//
Hell, you probably want me to lube up my dick and hit it from the back//
You don't want to see me with the heater,
Peace, I gotta go, your mom called and said she wants me to eat her//

talkin abou thow u wanna hit it from the back shit son ur whack/
we dont wanna here ur too short fantises with guys/learn how to rhym/
bitch i dont have to make u look bad ur lyrics r shit its so sad/
i'll fuck u up so quick so fast that u wont even know what happend to ya ass/
im sick of this punk bitches sass/

[Arketeck]
After this session, I'm guessin' you'll yearn for hell.
Streep Sweepa wasn't whack and you need to learn to spell.
I'll punch you, eat you for lunch too, you won't enjoy this bout.
Your name is Skillz? Couldn't have one if you was a boy scout.
Fuck you.

This kids a rider of Pac, like Damon with Cube//
We all saw the movie, he likes his boxers "starched foo!"//
So start scrubbin the cum, get the residue off//
Your sig isnt with of praise, your just thinkin hes hot//

damn this kid really thinks he got punches,
yet, 99% of his four bars was just hunches/
like your avatar i got you runnin 24/7
people fear me on the net, like relapse of 9/11

You probably a rich boy tryin 2 spit,
On sum Puff shit,
From upstate NY get your suburban ass snuffed bitch,
What's black asaia?
I'm a Black Gangsta,
Won't even mention tha lyrics cuz that's gangsta

doubling up the same word to rhyme won't get you stats..
especially since faggots like you made this cypher wack..
i came as a redemption for the shit that you told..
because you're typing with the fucking IQ of a four year old..
"Oh, I'm a Black Gangsta", so what/ you're still bitchy..
you're like a blind sniper/ you can reload and you'll still miss me..
bitch..

you commin out in this cypher room like u got sumthin to prove
don't get yourself in shit so thick u have trouble evan jus to move
enterin this room is tha worse thing u coulda done
destro u aint got nuffin but a mouth full of cum
if u overdossed on milk of magnesia pills u might b considered ill
but right now your jus another biotch from the land of purple hills

ya'll new to the game i put you to shame//
your flow is all lame like deers in the fast lane struck by mac trucks and all twisted with pain, it's insane the way i use all of my brain//
you still on 10%, to dumb to get outta the rain
the only "next level" you found was playin super mario with the sound turned down//
you just a clown, wackest emcee around worse than "joe dirt" gettin ran outta town

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!

IM means "I Mouth-off" like when i cut ya lips//
this game is like a stiff drink rookie, better take small sips.

ROUX I MURDERED YOU BEFORE WHAT IS THIS NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD, CAUSE I TOLD YOU THE ONLY THE MICS YOU BE WORKING ARE HARD ONES IN BED. I MOUTH OFF CAUSE I CAN BACK IT UP, ASK YOUR LADY ABOUT HER MOUTH CAUSE WHEN SHE DON'T SUCK RIGHT I JUST SMACK THE DUCK. YOU'RE CORNY KID THAT'S WHY YOU'RE EIGHT AND SIX, I BET YOU THINK SPIT GOOD CAUSE YOU DO GREAT WITH DICKS. I KNOW YOU PROBABLY HEARD A LOT OF SLIPPED THROUGH THE CRACKS JOKES LATLEY, BUT IS BECAUSE THE LINES YOU KICK MAKE ME THINK YOU WANT TO DATE ME. YOU SOFT DUKE SO TAKE IT BACK TO DOUBLE DUTCH, THIS IS MY GAME AND WHEN I CALL THE HUDDLES YOU WANT TO TOUCH. BE EASY TROOP AND GET OFF OF THE BOZACK, YOU BEEN KICKING LINES ON HERE FOR A MINUTE BUT THE MORE LINES THE MO' WACK, I SEE YOU SO YOU NEED TO DISAPPEAR, THE ONLY SMOKE YOU SEEING IS FROM ME AND AFTER YOU FINISH KISSING SQUARES. GET A JOB! YOU LOVE ME TOO MUCH!

you stumbled through ya verse like you lost both ya feet//
the only thing you gonna beat bitch is ya own tiny meat
you like indegestion annoying but harmless//
i'll rip out ya organs and diplay ya burned out carcass
your vocab so small you got it confused with ya dick//
litle trick, make me sick, i knock you out with a flick
leave the mic alone you give rap the willies//
my words smash ya grill knock out ya teeth like hillbillies

roux got balls commin at me like he sum reall thug
he'd better watch out b4 i throw my lyrical book form the level above
u couldn't be ill if u were drinkin vomet at an after party
u about to 'melt-in-ma-hand' cause u aint an 'MandM'...u a 'smartie'
to trashy to b considered respectable...always gettin smacked by the evil MC Shovel
Death will fall upon the hu fuck with next level

if u got beef make it clap
cause i am tired of your idle lip flap
roux stinkin this room out witht he stich of pussy on his breath
the next smell to com through will b the stench of roux's death