Matt Glib aka Mercules vs Deezyl

[trap.]

09-21-2004

Matt Glib

M. Glib vs. Deezyl

I think you"ve got yourself in over your head, you may be diesel
But couldn't back your rhymes up with an eisel

While me rather I post art, compose w/ hints of Mozart
your screamin' for attention still unoticed as a ghost fart

Got big dreams of being the next pop star?
Dog your lost and could find ya way in this with OnStar

But you dont even have a whip, have a chick, or have chance
Before you even wrote the hook you choreographed the dance

Just keep holdin your breath until you gasp
You much more suitable mowing grass, or hoe'n your ass

Instead you steppin' to an old pro? With a bad verse and wack flow,
you know, I love callin out you so so's

Claimin you keepin' it street from out in cow town
You frontin ass bitch, I feel like I'm battlin' Little Bow Wow

I read your verse where Intro served you ass, you got slaughtered
About as in touch with the streets as the fuckin' Bush daughters

But you would have the world believe that you Scarface
Posin' like you gangster in the mirror with a guitar case

But I know your'a pretender ass
Ma still call you her little "Teddy" like Pendergrass

So I suggest you no show, or simply be gone
back where you belong, on Bitch-Boys.com -----YOU SUCKAAAA!!!!

~Matt Glib, fresh for your fruitcake raps: me run tings. BO!

hOLLA BACK dieselboy -1