Artist: Mack B Dog Album: Solesides Greatest Bumps Song: Hot Breath Typed by: aa8@cant.ac.uk Behold, take heed, witness wisdom being dropped MCs spilled their skills but they'll just get mopped Early bird on the track, first up to bat Throw a steak on the grill so I can chill and get fat Heat up the coals while I heat up the mic Competition, if they're a match then I'll strike Wreck the shop, leave the shit in a shambles Put your money on a sure shot, Benj ain't a gamble I'll slap a muzzle on a sucker whose tongue skips Give him the boot and turn his ass into dum chips With what's left I'll fertilise the earth You was bunk as an MC but your shit you bring birth I walk a path to become legendary Rhymes so milky they'll be labelled as dairy Competition I just dispose of Swift with the gift, the man all the hoes love Slamming suckers like Bambam Bigelow Got bitches on my team like I was a gigolo I break hearts and I climb charts And I never been booty, save that for the farts Kids blowing hot air, who got their heads gassed? You can have ten wack rappers and they still come in dead last I watch them fall cause they're faulty I laugh in their face and they walk away salty I rain on suckers while some choose to drizzle You come up with beef you leave with no teeth and gristle Fuck with your head like Hannibal the Cannibal Destroy your senses, turn you from man to manimal Or better yet a marshmallow Cause compared to me you're a walking bowl of Jell-O He went out like Mark Hamill So next time you kick a rhyme save that shit for the camel