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.::.MisterFreeze.::. (Brandon)
& MPLAY (Marcus), Rippin on eachother....lol it's pretty funny.
i'll only be around to watch your soul ascend, its over riss, i got the feelin hell
is gettin cold again, so dont sweat it, ripping you aint my sole intent, and that punk marcus is ya closest friend, but he's
wack so he won't defend, i laugh at you dawg, let my words collapse ya jaw, and you'll be too busy cryin to go to class tommorow
(.::.MisterFreeze.::. )
This Jersey dude wants to battle/hell yeah it got me pissed/I never heard you speak,
but you probably talk with a lisp/I saw ya' pic/dude you look like a chic/attack when I ain't there/so I know you a wimp/You
ain't a pimp/you a throwback,you chimp/you need Viagra/everytime you try to get up/you go limp/get educated before I vibrate
ya brain/suburban wimp/you just like Nas/LAME!!!!! (MPLAY)
marcus think that you're gettin ill..thats the shit that got me the most/cuz for
real, its more like NY and Spain, you're not even close/tha side effects of ur labotomy shows that ya flows are obsolete/and
u makin no progress like running through the sand in soccer cleats/quit pretending, despite ur actin, ur fright reaction shows/and
ur chances of bein ill just shrunk, like michael jacksons nose/ why do u bother? ya rhymes are just garbage and yet you tryin
me harder??/i thought i told you last time about pickin fights wit'cha father/ oh wait, one last line/ lil f#cker, about as
average as faggots come/ and u stay chasin d!ck, like fags in decathalons (.::.MisterFreeze.::. )
I'm like busta rhymes, its like Gimme Some More/Don't be hitting me with the same
stuff, you said before/you ain't getting no respect for that/besides a d!ck this time, stuff your mouth with a gat/you callin'
me a faggot, dawg done lost it/you just pissed that Ja and Nas got caught naked coming out the closet/damn groupie, I bet
you have fantasies about that man/pinch his nipples 'til they pop in your hand/you fake, and soft and sweet as a grape/you
only smoke pot because you want to be like Justin Timberlake/I'll be like a choke chain, and put your neck in a squeeze/you
corny as a MC with the name Mr. Freeze/with that name, you get kicked off the American Idol/you'll become the American rival/soft
a$$ will depend on Nas's voice just keep his survival/I'll be your Dr. Kavorkian in a sec/play "If I could Rule the World"
while I began to lethal inject/and just as your eyes close slowly/I'll show you a pic of Nas kissing ya daddy, you retarded
phony (MPLAY)
Brandon Finally Reply's!!
please, i'm gettin' sick of his lyrics, just some shitty, wack~jingles//so this sh!ts about to get uglier than MPLAY's
rap~single//i'ma outshine him in battle, oh well i guess he's just learnin'//he needs to work on alot, he's like 39 and still
a virgin!//i guess you're single ain't so bad, as long as you hook~it~right//but really, whose gonna buy an LP titled "Dave
Chapelles look~a~like//kid ain't real, like school nurses i've seen~fakers//big shouts to MPLAY, reppin' cheese states green~acres/i
get grimey on tracks so don't push~me~in~the~cyphe//this kids like cat haters, never had p*ssy~in~his~life
MPLAY jerks off alot, so he has to burn~the~aggression//him and Luda got sh!t in common, they
both got a jersey~obsession!//marcus is ripped after battle, so i'ma snatch~and~peal~him//i really will hurt his pride, because
he's catchin~feelings//like porn star daily life, this kid got slammed~today//watch out riss, marcus is tryin' to take your
man~away!// (.::.MisterFreeze.::. )
Dang, brandon got me with that Dave Chappelle
I can't believe I'm hearing this from an aneroxic Pharrell
And you pretty geeked with all these virgin jokes
I started your family tree, I'm ya' greatest grampa, dope
You got less skills than a trainee at McDonalds
I'm always supersized, you ain't shit but a swallow
I can't believe your lyrics been conjured up for a month
Your to soft, retire from rap, you'd be better as a monk
When I kill your ass again, leave for good ok
You can't keep coming back like George Foreman and MJ
You ain't got clout, your skills are broken
You're style is cheap, like a Chuck e Cheese Token
My lyrics are like blows to your chest
I know they hurt ya' heart, you 'bout to suffer from cardiac arrest
Since your stolen rhymes are worthless
Cuz, take this clown back to the circus (MPLAY)
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