Tyson walked from the back with a gangster limp, from behind his blinder shades, and hood he scanned the crowd as they gave off positive reaction to his presence. Tyson walked out with a mic in hand a purely white smile as he shook his head. He stopped on the stage, and raised the mic up to he's lips. "E Rock you remember when I left da WWFG a minute back. You see not only was a taking care of my family, but I was also making millions in da rap game. So you coming up to me with that corny a** rap is pitiful, let me take a minute and show you how you work da mic. Hit my music!" Tyson lowered the mic as sinister, yet bangin music began to play over the PA.
Briggs - Hardest (remix) Huh...
Yeah!
Show em' one time!
I comin' through your city like monster on steroids
Leavin' all your fake as niggas shakin' lookin' paranoid.
I'm the illest ***** dat you hearin' on this track.
Had ***** ridin' shotgun, but I threw him in the back.
For all dat s**t talking, I gave him two good smacks.
I guess it was from doin' all dat crack.
I'm hopin' homie give me a refund on my sack.
If he can't den homie gettin' jacked.
Now I'm gonna have to show ya ***** how I rock.
Get on the stage and let the bitches touch my c**k.
Everytime I rhyme I make a killin' in the stocks.
I don't need to try, to make a ***** wanna die.
I just sit back comply, take a blunt and get high.
Don't try to deny and say my s**t ain't the truth.
Everytime I hit the booth, I show niggas a little bit more proof.
Bass thumpin'... Club jumpin'...
A few more bass drops, I get the ladies humpin'
18 Dummies who I rollin' with.
However ***** make a remix.
Andrew busy sucking X's goo.
X over playin' in E Rock's poo.
From where I'm from that's taboo.
Mean streets *****.. Cold world *****..
Let me take to my world, ghetto Mecca.
E Rock going straight to the party.
Talkin' dumb s**t like he a smarty.
Take him to the back feeling kinda rowdy.
Hit once with rock, he's vision all cloudy.
Let ya know that s**t ain't allowed E.
This is what you get, don't ever doubt me...
With that the music faded, and the crowd went crazy. Tyson nodded his head, as he waved his arms up and down soaking in the cheers. He then raised the mic back up to his lips and spoke again. "E... I'm as hard as they come, the Bay Area is a joke, and 18 Dummies... s**t *****.. I made 18 Dummies what they were. But since they let you in, It's just like the Bay Area... The softer side of Thug County.." Tyson dropped the mic, and removed his shades, hoodie, and long T, throwing them on the ramp as he charged the ring, and slid in under the ropes just as the cage started to lower. Tyson quickly slid up to his feet and went to tackle E Rock, and hit him with a flurry of rights and lefts.
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