MURDER M.C.s (Acappella)

murdering MCs what I do... trash talking your whole crew... stranging you with the mic... let go before you see the light.. like a dog biting my style...be hanging with bow wow... keep on dissing me... them things pow pow... drop in pain going ow ow... beat you like Ike did Tina.. looking for your girl.. asking me have I seen her.. she took a bath.. had to clean her... take your shirt off wanting to fight... them jeans must be on too tight...to my knee cap is yo height.. spit verses MCs in hearses.. no wallet y'all carrying purses... checking people temperatures like nurses.. got a full-time job at churches... I order 2-piece dinner.. brought me my food... dress like The Spinners... you played the lottery... tickets said no winner.. haven't eaten for weeks... you Getting Thinner... baptized with holy water...y'all some sinners.... in time out you misbehave..like half pint in school days... thought you was like me.. because you was hazed... braids in your head.. since you was raised... Neanderthal haven't shaved... battling me living in a cave... before you cross mama said... look both ways.. on stage with the O'Jays.. need a reunions.... missed those days... like you locked up...eating out of trays... shitting in a bucket... like a lady...don't forget to tuck it.... ingrown hairs...don't forget to pluck it... murdering MCs hanging from trees.. Cassius Clay sting like bees.. killing you on the mic.is a breeze....scratching like you got fleas..lock you in my cellar...no one's better.. coughing you got the germ .. feed my cat..she like little worms... no bigger than my sperm... still in the sixth grade... with a dripping perm. you want to battle...a snake you look rattled.. branded you Iike a cattle...sunk your boat no paddle... on your back is a saddle... let your crew ride you...feeling the pain inside you ... smells like someone died inside you... nine lives like a cat.... chain around your neck my pet.. teaching you like a kid ...your alphabet.... flexing on the mic..like JJ... your crew like rerun hey hey... birds of a feather flock together... knocks boots together.. name was Joe.. but it's Heather.... fake hair and Nails..go well together... your whole crew.. sleep in bed together....my pockets getting fatter.... on top..get to me...need a ladder...mixing you up like batter.. pissing on stage weak bladder... you in the oven.. the heat is on... killing MC since I was born.. touch my mic..gets stuck with thorns.. only sex you get...when looking at p*** .don't step on my feet.. got them corns... when it rains it pours I'm a storm ... don't rap unless the speakers on..run for shelter..Helter Skelter on the mic..touch it handful of spikes..sweating like Keith.. you throw in the towel... dropped to your knees and take a bow.