MCF4dden - Wicked Style

Wicked style
Kick it, smile
Rip it with them old school rhymes
While I'm riding in an old school ride
And with that I mean the beat, heat
I beat you up, notorious drug dealer
A thug, a killer, a blood spiller
You claim to be the real deal, but I'm realler
Battle me, you take a tough fall
Cause I'm big like Chris, off the wall
When I spit, from my esophagus
I offer this, Forfeit now, and I'll forget this
let it slip and let you go
No? Well you wanted it and you're gonna get
Why do you act this way?
You're cancerous like radioactive waste
Amateur, go back to cläss, class
Mate, fast, pack your back, run
Hide your tracks, cause I pack a gun and
I'll clap you AND your pack for lunch
As I'm always attacking misfits, I'm sadistic
Like jerking on a biscuit
And telling your bitch that its icing
She wont be realizing until its on her lipstick
Aight, that's it, I've wasted enough spit on this shit

Written by:
Marvin Dutschke

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