Eat It*

[Intro: MC Double M] Keep it going [Verse 1: MC Double M] Sixteen years old and completely unstoppable Can't be dropped so I'm considered undroppable Step my way and you must be insane Don't come near me if you don't like pain Suckers keep talkin' and I just about had it This is my game and I'm the best at it I write the rules and I'm the best in my division I win by a knockout, never decision Don't even try it punk, just forget your wish Unless you like to eat fist, then don't fuck with this Silly suckers talkin' trash is one thing I can't stand You wanna talk trash? Go be a garbage man 'Cause I'll treat you like garbage, throw your ass away So you better start breakin' out before you get taken out My rhymes are like food because you always need it But, yo, you wanna bite it punk? I'll make you eat it [Verse 2: MC Double M] Any emcee that wanna be like me Stop wishing and come back to reality You don't have what it takes, too many mistakes I'm sorry to tell you but those are the breaks With the brains of a scientist and the rhymes of a poet Don't tell me that I'm good, because I already know it Never has there been someone with this much potential Always pack a mic because it's simply essential Usin' the microphone as a murderous weapon Put it to my mouth and all the suckers are steppin' Don't try to play me out, because I'm not a game Now that I'm on the scene, things are gonna change Don't ask me to battle, if we have one, you'll lose it Don't pick up a mic, you don't know how to use it The mic is not a toy, and I'm not a little boy If you're thinkin' 'bout laughin', remember I'm the one employed This is not a band and we're not a bunch of singers It's MC Double M and DJ Butter Fingers Now because of his name, that don't mean he slips Two is called a duo and this song is called a hit [Verse 3: MC Double M] Now just because I'm good, that don't mean I'm conceited If that's impression you got, I'm sorry you were misleaded Whenever there's a battle, naturally I win it It don't take but a minute 'til the sucker falls in it All it takes is once for you to step to me and Now you better pick what hospital you're gonna be in But that's not the point, what the point I'm tryna make is You talk behind my back and that's where your mistake is But this song is not about you, ain't what I'm tryna say Talkin' 'bout myself is a better subject anyway But now it's time to say peace, we stated the facts Double M, Butter Fingers, the New Jacks [Outro: DJ Butter Fingers & MC Double M] *MC Double M whispering* What? Bro, just fuckin' talk it up, jus— Okay! Motherfuckin' bitch Here you go I, I, I, I, I Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-di-da-da Is the beat goin'?