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| Eminem Miscellaneous B-Rabbit Vs. Marv One [Marv One] yo yo, yall ready for death yall 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 dont beat you up In the game of fist ta cups Ill push your face back You cant fuck 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 fuck, Im the type to run a muck, come in the club drunk as fuck 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 shit I thought he liked flyin, appearntly not Im Nickel hairinly hot, and if I meant you may your parents be shot You im a bad boy, bitch is on, I pull 44s in your chest Like your freak mahone [B-Rabbit] Hold on faggot, let me turn this mic on Dont think for a minute Im 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 wasnt 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 dont wanna really fuck wit this, On this microphone, I aint stuck-a lot-to-kiss But I dont give a fuck, you can keep that doe rap And turn your ass back around with your fuckin skull cap, and your bandana or your mother fuckin sweat band fuckin with this style youre 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 dont wanna see me, Yo, uh |
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