Originally posted by Ol' Horn-Head
Ok, haters, you're gonna have to wait in line
To face the grand master bre its only one man at a time
See, yesterday I got some f**king brilliant competition,
now today, I got to see from the last 17 pages, what I was missin
Some of you wannabies have got quite a mission
its either beat peeps like EML and me or go back to the kitchen
Come on you chumps, I'm the latest
Like Ali said, Im the greatest
You think your Ali, but your more like Foreman
Cause I'll rope-a-dope your ass and leave the microphone smokin'
Yeah, you the latest, but quite far from the greatest
Grand Master my ass, your lyrics are quickly fadin'
And I seen the look on your face when the venom glistened off my gums
And you knew what was to come when it rolled off my tongue
500 hundred tons of lyrical funk
Delivered to your door with my cocky spunk
So don't test me, dog, cause I've been there and done that
Been around the block, and the world, only to come back
And stand tall, strapped, letting you know who's the Mack
So, as a fair warning to you and your crew
Any fool tryin' to abuse gets fitted for cement shoes
Thrown into the ocean, 6 hours past noon
You'll be left for dead, sleeping with fishes and your goons
See you soon.......