no way to get ya out Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort Of a freaky situation With a peppermint twist Ricky or Mike is next on the list Nastified and
g's a verse without tryin' If you fail mathematics than press rewind Please, do not get it twisted like rubic Got emcees runnin' back for their teams like Mike
between the heat of passing cars, well things got ugly from the start. We saved some money from some crimes and use it all to tattoo the scars. Let the story dilate Mike
Look here see Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad Guess
to city, town to town And runnin up, screamin my name Runnin up, grabbin my chain Runnin up, tryna get in the game I'm like Mike, don't get it twisted
can start blessin' it Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic chords like double helixes
says it's O.K. to plunder, So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to. The imperialists rub their hands in glee As the
came to rhyme We came to get down Yo, when we rock the mike we bring the funk into your town So I drop a rhyme on the mike while it's mine Then you gotta
hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab
spot there be no hot Seats don't trick sweet treats even if i'm Stiffer than a swisher easy going when I'm sleep warlike It's when I attack untight mike
' me, but let me tell you Patna, you'll neva catch me, see I'm under some business, and you to Tap my phone, but I'm not mike, why don't you leave me
So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise The tranquility will make ya unball your fist For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist A brand new twist
"I'm the greatest, I'm the king..." Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike Tyson Mike Mike Mike Mike Tyson! Punchin' on his right and punchin' on his left Punchin
addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much? Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro Yo Mike
m addicted to the sound of a head getting whacked Do I smoke to much cause I choke to much? Are you mad cause I keep stealing your roaches? Yo Mike
I shine brighter than the stars in the night I'm bout ready for a fight Come through and I've consumed enough juice To cut loose and throw a mike to
This one goes out to all reality star fuckers and wannabes The sick and twisted twenty four seven three hundred And sixty five worldwide exhibitionists
heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy, oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist