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'?