(Original king of the ring verses)

(Ric)
Yo,Ric it looks as if your lifes lookin slim,
first round knockout,your lights lookin dim,
Im grim,enough to swim in ya blood,
lets see if you can handle the mouth of a young thug,
Your just a welcome rug,a bye to round two,
dont worry bout aids,be aware of the bird flu,
animal abuse got you caught by my muse,
now you tend to face a case of lyrical abuse,
your outa juice,you got floored like a whore,
by this young street one, kid,you no fun,
tryna build rep,is that correct?
on a young one,i see that you pose no intellect,
i intersect,your dome and experiment,
your brain cell descent seems quite evident,
I'm eminent,my position of power is excellent,
the only thing youll claim is the remains of my excrement,
your speech impedement,is no excuse for a loss,
ill go by any means to kill you,whatever the cost,
cant blame me,or shame me,what can you do?
but keep spittin garbage,funny that sounds just like you,
and for next contender slash rapping pretender,
best not be another fucking gender bender,
youth offender,or youll face slander,now grab this,
im too ill for this shit to unleash the abyss,one.


(Muddy)

Yo,Muddy water, dirty h20,watch me kill you slow,
expose ya family like a live t.v show,
and know,when im about,theres a world-wide drought,
meaning you nothing but dried up,and your de-hydrated mouth,
you couldnt kill,if you was a lethal injection,
pussyd out cat,you just aint to be mentioned,
i slice your mid-section,so theres no point of connection,
sepperating your torso from your down below,
and flow so incredible,the river makes you go,
muddy rhymes coz your mucky,sloppy,so dont copy,
and your fake claims are unable to mock me,
the solution is heat,and make your death sweet,
that your nothin but the mud that we walk on g,
your a fucking doormat to round three,
sever your head piece like jeromes niece,
wont make it alive son,thats the word of the street,
Spitting on your grave,you greasy low life slave,
i counteract and attack,my killing suit is black,
the beat is the mac,my lips are the clip,
you just too emotional for this battling shit,
I dismantle your structure and watch your organs rupture,
disperse this ill lecture,these fake cats get me vexed,huh,
I'll stuff your carcuss and wear you as a statement,
when they say why,ill say im keeping up maintenance.


(muddywater 2nd)
Yo,Muddywater,your way past your luck meter,
i only gots to drop a couple bars just to defeat ya?
i see ya on the ground where you belong,
lowest class on earth,so dirty they had to wash you at birth,
the ill lecture,now feel this killer texture,
you a phoney poet praying i wont destroy you,
slap you up,jack you up,nah instead ill boy you?
grow up you little pussy,what you gon' do push me?
with ya mind and metaphors,you must be mentally sore,
pain in the cranium?you must have an empty core,
now smile,must have been a corrupted crack child,
cerebral palsy in 1 side of the face?
dirty waste against the ace?you gots to be kiddin,
adult struggling against a kid?n all bets are i rip his heart out,
shove it down his mouth,and its claimed from his back-down south,
i knock em dead but this guy is just mud,quick to split his mug,
idenitfy its empty,
i flip out,get the chainsaw,tear his head off,
tell detectives ot was done by the kid from the north,
of course,i show no remorse,
to back it,identify the source,
i stay on killing course,
with the killer mc force,
Ak,acclaimed to Mc clain with a 9 in his hand.




Yo,stay real and keep it goin,one.

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