Mayday lyrics

Lyrics I got 'em you need 'em you need 'em I got em. [x11]
Lay it on ya I'm gonna I'm gonna lay it on ya.

Look bitch I heard around the corner that you thought you was the man, still them cats said that you were my biggest fan, you don't admit it, you wanna turn up the heat, step on your face like a nickel on the concrete. Sweep, take you off the floor throwin' out a bomb, you threw it back said you didn't want no scum, I guess, I dunno but he was lookin' mad ill, two eyes lookin' at you with a cause to kill. I see you bustin' rhymes with no sign of fear, as I start off, you start to feel queer. Your heart stops tickin' as I rip out your spine, you out, along with your half-assed rhyme, battlin' Ciphah, without protection, yo the only one upon it is my own reflection. Snap snap wake up, back to reality. You're one motherfucker with a flawless fatality.

Lyrics I got 'em you need 'em you need 'em I got 'em. [x7]
Lay it on ya I'm gonna I'm gonna lay it on ya.

Yeah, you probably the greatest, the best there ever was, but this rap brag bullshit makes me want it over y'all. I don't give a shit about your ivy league bustin 'cause your brain needs air and your big head adjusting. To me you're just a little girl that wants to be a man, but you hide behind your pride because you know that you can. So what do you say to this, that you can be the best fool, but you're never gonna never gonna be cool.

Ooh, mayday, mayday, I'm under attack by this one little bitch and yo he thinks he's all that. I fight back, 'cause all he talks is bull jive, talk to your finger 'cause you ain't worth five, comin' against me is like feelin' kamikazee, 'cause I'll slap you around bitch, and call you Susie. My rhymes be fatter than a sumo challenger, hotter than tight which lyrically I sprinkle. Yeah your MC skills are worse than pathetic, when you try to work the mic, I get a fucking headache. Should have ran away when you saw Cyphah approach, I step on you like a filthy cockroach. La cucaracha motherfucker now I gotcha, now you look uglier than the bitch that wont touch ya. Smokin' when I split like a rastafara, but those burnt out so, sayonara.

Wait, wait, wait, wait motherfucker you ain't off the hook just yet, lay your money on the table, we are gonna make a little bet, on your rap skills and whatever, 'cause fucking with Mr. Cool isn't all that clever. I'm gonna teach you a lesson like I taught your mother, she was so-so, I'd brag her but then she hit your brother, that's right, you better believe it, 'cause that's who I am, the bam, you know, the game is all a scam.

Lyrics I got 'em you need 'em you need 'em I got 'em. [x7]
Lay it on ya I'm gonna I'm gonna lay it on ya.