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(Introduction) Ay yo Some punk thought it cool For him to be a big tough guy Get rough And try to choke me Well, his ass got kicked Now, you're gonna see How much this punk is hated How much his memory faded From the lives of others Here we got Hit it! (Verse One) This punk Was bein' such a chump He tried to choke me With my guard down He couldn't poke me otherwise So, he thought it fate To hate on every white rapper Every bright white guy Who was smarter then him This lil' punk ass white boy Actin' like a muhfuckin' chump Decided I would die I don't even know why He thought he could take me Bake me Make me nothin' but a corpse He can't even make a good verse The only thing worse Is that he is a hater (Chorus) He got beat down I fuuucked him uuup He can tuck that bitch of a weapon Called his knife In his pants He ain't got a chance Of fightin' me I am a fighter A writer A man of faith But even I can fight for the right to live (Verse Two) This ass Who thinks he's such a whiz At the ass kickin' biz Couldn't do shit When I took him down Made him look like a clown He thought he wore a crown Lead the school Made everyone drool Thought he was cool But I've had enough Holdin' back my steam I grabbed my team And stopped my dream Just to beat down This little cheat No one fucks with me He was in such a mess He had so much stress He tried to end my life But my heart still beats I'm too smart to die like that (Chorus) He got beat down I fuuucked him uuup He can tuck that bitch of a weapon Called his knife In his pants He ain't got a chance Of fightin' me I am a fighter A writer A man of faith But even I can fight for the right to live (Verse Three) This man Looks like a beaver I'd pull out a Meat Cleaver And begin to kill this punk He had better have been drunk 'Cuz I'm ready to lay him on his death bed I ain't gon' give him a med He thought he was strong But oh so wrong I'm angry, muhfucker You lil' prick Go suck a dick I made you bleed You had to flee You shouted out a plea For help But no one can hear you whelp, bitch I'll bag on yo Fag ass All I want You hate whigga's 'Cuz we bigga then you I'm not John Cena This ain't know whack rhyme 'Bout an American band stand This is a rhyme That's goin' to be heard through time You try to hustle Bustle But you ain't nothin' but a punk A bully I ain't gon' cry before yo feet 'Cuz you had to cheat To get close to takin' me down I hope they take you into town At the police station You developed a beef And now you're too enveloped to get out This'll evolve into you givin' up Or I'll have to resolve this in my own hands I'm crazy, muhfucker (Chorus) He got beat down I fuuucked him uuup He can tuck that bitch of a weapon Called his knife In his pants He ain't got a chance Of fightin' me I am a fighter A writer A man of faith But even I can fight for the right to live (Outro) Don't mess wit me Now you know how my bad my anger is Chad, you better stay hidin' Cryin' 'Cuz you'll be dead meat If you EVER try to mess with me You nearly made me die Nearly made me loose my chance To be with Faith 'Till her and I Die together I'll never let ya do that to me I'm an MC, you see I'm not gonna be cold as a G But if you fuck with me You goin' down Yeah MC Sergeant Cartwright B. Rock Nightmare Entertainment Underground Peace out to all ya'll Sorry ya had to hear this |