Buttatones - Me Vs. You lyrics

Raw from New York to the center of the Earth ?? warning y'all talk, no one remembered the words Give it up you can't spit nothing, better rehearse Wack f** your rap s**s, I never check for your verse You ain't sh** I don't like you, stop spitting like you homicidal You probably go home and read the Bible Livest rapper alive, I hold the title An emcee so deadly I already k**ed every rival They can't come against me, lost before began I'm coming for your head with a sword in my hand Guard your neck while the architect drawing a plan Spit unique, when I hit the beat you fall where you stand People talk about you, then that's what it is Have some food on the stove when I come to your crib After I eat I'll make your mom s** my dick I'm a sick f** everyone I know is f**ing sick