Eminem - B-Rabbit vs Marv One lyrics

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Eminem - B-Rabbit vs Marv One lyrics

[Marv Won] Yo, yo, y'all ready for d**h? Y'all ready for d**h? Marv Won, the Fat k**er The game done got ugly, let's go, yo, yo I seen your type before, you think you're tough Battle you? b**h, you lucky I don't beat you up In a game of fisticuffs, I'll push your face back You can't f** with me, man, really, just face facts It's him verses me, in a battle of ten rounds It's like Muggsy Bogues tryin' to f** with Jim Brown Dumb f**, I'm the type to run amok Come in the club drunk as f** Slap your b**h so we can buck One hook... type of a man the size of Dan Dierdorf Tryin' to take his ear off, like Mike Tyse I'm quite nice on fight nights And why he poppin' sh**? I thought he liked life Apparently not, I'm incoherently hot And if I miss you then your parents get shot Yo, I'm a bad boy, b**h, it's on I'll put 44's on your chest, like you're Rick Mahorn [B-Rabbit] Hold on, f*ggot, let me turn this mic on Don't think for a minute I'm gon' let you Get away with that song That sh** was wack, you ain't spittin' As a matter of fact, all of that sh** was written And I know it wasn't for me Surely, you really must adore me Now, look it… yo, you might as well move to Italy Look, this guy's ripped...*skkkrr* – literally You don't wanna really f** wit this On this microphone, I'm not Snuffleupagus But I don't give a f**, you can keep that dull rap And turn your a** back around with your f**in' skullcap And your bandana or your motherf**in' sweatband f**in' with this style, you're a dead man I ain't 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