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This Beef Pricey Marcus
I mean look at the cost
They not stutterin when they say you really-really lost
I'm twice your size how dare you come get it
I'll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it
Lets get it!
Micky look at the style you robbed
Why you sound like Eminem? That's supposed to be my job!
I'll catch you comin out of hot topic bitch! bitch
I smack you for your contacts on ICP shit
You rap gory, tell us the Disney story
And say hi to the Jonas Brothers and Miley for me
You dissed Lupe and Wayne
It's obvious how you work
You so hungry for attention it could make your gut burst
You so silly Marcus
You so real
I wish I could grow up like you and get a record deal
Make 3 full albums, have no buzz or fame
And diss rappers better than me
Cause nobody knows my name
Talking about my mom? The fuck is with this?
It's a battle, say something to actually diss
Talking about dragons and roosters?!
The fuck you trying to tell me?
All you said is I smile a lot and look healthy
You wanna battle? you must not of heard a Yall
I ate so many cats I could cough up a fur ball
His bio says, he was special ed
He retarded
Twooooo frowny face stickers for Marcus!
You wouldn't be hot in a steam room with a sweater
And making vids to gay songs don't make them sound better
Hell ay, LA? You from Panarama I'll get you shot
And your shirt'll look like LA with all them blood spots
Without them contacts you don't get a second look
Funk Volume, What's that? a 70's comic book?
(Mickey Voice) "Oh Boy!", Micky, learn to make a fucking hook
You gay, I say cock, you say "Where"
Made you look! you faggot!
Bitches I fuck are 1-15
You and my bitches have that in common
But you ain't is mean
I wasn't gonna diss but you kept on bugging me
Rap like Em all you want, dogg
There ain't no Recovery
You on tour broke as hell and mad I'm getting famous
You signed, made 3 albums
I did it from my basement
You a hooker with no hands
There's no beating me
I was 52 and 0
Thanks for 53