Okey kiddies, in the spirit of a Mic Battle ala 8 mile, I wrote you Control Freaks a wee ditty:
Beeeatches ain't **** but Hoe's n Tricks,
Control Freaks ain't nuting except gays and tit's
Step to the Fifty and you might see
A bad mutherF*cker named Glen Stoney
He'll shoot you in the googs, like ya mamma knows,
Because he's gonna own all ya Hoes!
I'll do it like this, I'll do it like that,
I'm gonna beat Twisty with a baseball bat
Doing the Control Freaks is a must too see,
By that baller with da shiznit Glen Stoney
Blam Blam Blam ratta tat tat
Robinator gets owned, just like dat.
I got an Angel, a mag and some crack,
Snippz get's owned in the sack
On their Forty we were bone'in
Goddam listen to that Ho a moaning!
Ho Ho Ho Ho Hooooooo,
Shut the **** up beatch ya can't sing,
You sound like a small boy blaying with his thing
I'm on a mission now, who gets got,
That dumb fool Smally85 on his pot
Now that young baller must be square,
Cos he lets me mum's shave his pubic hair
Slowly I creep toe by toe,
Can I see any other of these hoe's
Oh yeah man, it's that fool Egg
Blam Blam Blam gonna make him beg,
One in his goggs, two in the head,
dammit that beaatch is crying for bed.
Anymore for anymore,
Where de rest of them kids of a whore?
Someones crying, where I can't see
HalfPint Hiding behind the Marshall Mr Pinki
Gonna Mug his Head body and ass
Blam Blam blam he's laying dead on da grass
Now I can run up and steal their flag
That's right Ho's all ya asses in the bag
Now is the moral for all to see,
Beware of that Phat Baller Glen Stoney.
Now then lads n lasses, feel free to come back at the Monkey Love Brigade (no offence intended............)
