WHAT GO'S UP MUST COME DOWN'S

WHAT GO'S UP MUST COME DOWN'S. THOUGHT YOU WAS A REALISTIC WHEN YOU GAVE ME THAT FEATURE. YOU JUST LIKE THESE UNDERCOVER HO'S, PLAYING WITH MY BALLS AND HEAD. KEEP HUMMIN THAT MELODY FOR ME. CAUSE AM KILLING YOUR DREAM, YOU FAKE. AM THE PRINCIPAL WITH THESE HOOK'S AND LYRICS. WHY YOU STILL HIDIN UNDER THE BLECHERS. WE ALL KNOW YOU GIVING PLEASURE, MIKE MEAZY. YOU WILL NEVER MEASURE UP TO THE BISCIT AND THE WEST COAST MAIFA FAMILY. YOU LIVING IN A FANTASY AND THAT FAIRY TELL. WE ALL KNOW YOU HAVE YOUR OWN GLORY HOLE IN THOSE NEW YORK RESTROOMS. YOUR NAME IS SPLATTER ALL OVER THE WALLS, AND IT'S SAYS, CALL MIKE MEAZY FOR ONE HELL OF A G.O.A.T, TIME. WE HAVE YOU IN THE CORNER AND THERE'S NO RUNNIN AWAY FROM THIS ONE. IT'S TIME TO PUT YOU TO SLEEP AND BURY YOU BELOW THE FREEZING LINE. HERE LIES MIKE MEAZY, THE NUMBER ONE CLOWN. THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE JAMES BROWN, AND YOU DON'T DESERVE TO HOLD THE CROWN. LET ME GET THE VIDEO OUT, SO I CAN SHOW THE WHOLE WORLD, I HAVE YOU FLOATING DOWN MY SEWER WELL WITH THE ALGAE AND MUD RATS. TIPPING MY HAT AND PISSING THE BISCIT TOXIN ALL OVER YOU AND YOUR LOVE ONES. THIS IS WHERE YOUR BLOODLINE STOPS AND YOU DON'T EXIST ANYMORE. BUSTING DOWN THE DOOR WITH THIS PUMP ACTION DEER SLUG. AM IN THIS GANGSTA MURDER SCENE AGAIN. WHY YOU TRYING TO CALL CAYENNE AND GLEN, FUCK THE POLICE. THAT'S HOW I STAND. THIS IS AIN'T ABOUT COLORS, BUT YOU ALL GOING TO TURN IT AROUND AND SAY IT IS. I ALREADY REMIX THAT SONG AND WAITING ON ICE T. WHAT GO'S UP MUST COME DOWN'S. PUTTING THIS PHYSICS TOGETHER LIKE MR. NEWTON. I DON'T NEED YOUR LAB. JUST GIVE ME THAT PEN AND PAD. ADD BAD HAD MAD SAD LAD FAD RAD TAP PAT TAT SAT I KNOW I HAVE A GOD GIFTED TALENT, BUT YOU ALL STILL LOOK AT ME LIKE AM A SCRUBS. WHAT GO'S UP MUST COME DOWN.