[Verse 1] Uhhn! Like muthafuck all y'all Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches Click clack pow pow
[Mike Tyson talking]
Uhhn! Like muthafuck all y'all Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all
Uhhn! Like muthafuck all y'all
Uhhn! Like muthafuck all y'all Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
I'm the dream machine I mean king vision I can see through yo' scene like clear screen, hear me? To a lion you are just deer meat Fear God fear me ser-ious us P.E. YM them try them and die when I say so Weezy F. hardful red go like Prego It's all gravy tryna build like Legos Betta "Let Go My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table Yeah! And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too And you're the target Oops! And everything gets better in time and time is forever And muthafucka it's my time and I'm better
[Mike Tyson talking]
[Verse 2] Ho I go so hard I'm so gone my I.D. is a postcard
I travel like B-ball with no calls I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball This is a movie and every movie must go off But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg Say what up Blood! What da lick Reid!? Five star general and the six speed Still hood like thick cheese bitch please Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze Bullets that a trim trees Simply shoot till its empty if be turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese Folla me! Folla me! Fuck around and see a whole notha side of me I separate yo' body with them hollow tips biologist Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a mask on Pistol to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)
Payton Manning offense Singletary defense Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit That is how I keeps it rest in piece Pimp C I do it how I do it cuz I know my nigga see me And I'mma hold it down bitch yeah that crown fit The boy got a flow that you can drown in When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt Young Carter no floss that was so raw ah
[Mike Tyson talking]
[Verse 3] Hahaha! Fuckin' right I'm a monster Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers Sonya Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E. Honda Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya what's really Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches Y'all niggas act like a bunch of bitches Blood bitches leave you in a tub of blood Bitches young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols We at yo' window with scud missiles Young Carter Big nuts and they hung farther than ya father's Uhahaha!