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Versuri B-rabbit vs. marv one
- Eminem

[Marv One].

yo yo, y'all ready for death
y'all ready for death
Marv One that fat killer the game done got ugly, lets go
yo, yo, I seen your type before you think you tough, battle you
Bitch you lucky I don't beat you up
In the game of fist ta cups I'll push your face back
You cant f***k with me man, really just face facts
As he verses me in a battle of ten rounds
Its like Mugsey Boags tryin to bark with Jim Brown
Dumb f***k, Im the type to run a muck, come in the club drunk as f***k
Slap your bitch who even buck, when I walk...
Tell your a man the size of a? D and D dof?
Tryin to take his ear off, like mike types,
I quite nice on fight night, an why he popped s***t
I thought he liked flyin, appearntly not
I'm Nickel hairinly hot, and if I meant you
may your parents be shot
You im a bad boy, bitch is on, I pull 44's in your chest

Like your freak mahone.


Hold on faggot, let me turn this mic on
Don't think for a minute I'm goin let you get away with that song
Cause that s***t was wack, you aint spittin
As a matter of fact all of that s***t was written,
And I no it wasn't for me, shorely, you really must adore me,
Now look it,
Yo, you might as well move to Italy
Look this guy is ripped (skkkrr) literally
You don't wanna really f***k wit this,
On this microphone, I aint stuck-a lot-to-kiss
But I don't give a f***k, you can keep that doe rap
And turn your a*s back around with your f***kin skull cap,
and your bandana or your mother f***kin sweat band
f***kin with this style you're a dead man,
I aint redman but on this mic yo I pick it up,
Just like your face when I had to rip it up,
You don't wanna see me,
Yo, uh

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