Originally Posted by Mimesis

You just talk bitch.. fuck you.. now everybody, watch this
I'll easily get a Black-out.. without ever going unconcious
Gettin rocked kid.. with simple wordplay, hardly flowing rhymes
And punches so stranded.. you could rival the top clothing lines
This hoe is mine.. so used to failing.. but man, I'll be real with you
The only time Mag succeeds.. is when I empty one out killing you
Drilling your shit.. so kick back and drink.. you shouldnt be involved
Cause I drink Fosters.. that's just a title you've grown up being called
Brawlin with hotness? Im beating you down and kid, theres no telling
Cause your already half Black.. now the other will be red with swelling

Originally Posted by Mimesis

The fact is.. we be the best here.. no doubt homie, we blast kids
But Tweety still tips her hat..
..I take mine and kick it straight up your asses
You fags is spittin wack shit.. just listen and stop talkin the crap
Cause fuck understanding.. you'll still take it right off of the bat
You guys cant rap.. gettin tired after 4.. but i got nothin to fear
Text isn't even close to a marathon.... but I'll still endure career
I'm being sincere.. you be followin my shit.. just payin your dues
But I'll still be callin you my boys..
..since I fathered the style you be tryin to use

Originally Posted by Mimesis

Rackin wins, number one.. shit yo, these kids are wack but son..
Im done holding back.. and my trips to the chiropracter are done
Runnin shit.. gunnin kids.. gay faggots actin like i wont rip a dude
I seperate the boys from the men..
..but I got time to merk you bitches too
Flippin fools like its nothin.. while you stick laughin and slap balls
Shit.. you fags let dudes compass on you.. with no map involved
A fact yall, I spit ether, raise fevers.. u fags couldnt raise heaters
You motherfuckers will never get a gig.. kilo or megabyte either
Juse see though, I'm plain ill, while you stay stuck in the suckness
Fags, I'm Pro-pain.. why else you think we're fucking you up kids?