B-Rabbit Vs. Marv One

[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 Tyse, I quite nice on fight nights, man why he poppin shit I thought he liked life, apparently not I’m incoherently 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 [B-Rabbit] 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 shit was wack, you aint spittin As a matter of fact all of that shit 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 Snuffalupagus But I don’t give a f**k, you can keep that dope 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