Yeah, yeah, yeah what up hip hoppers? (Nah let me do that again) Yeah yeah yeah what's up party people (Nahh) (Common man!) Yeah yeah what's up this is mighty mystro the natural born spitter outta UK (Yeah mother f*ckers) UK and Oz connect, this is to all you half ass MCs out there (Take this) For the chance of beating me for any coward are slim, cause I got the power to fisnish any clown in the ring, see I'll mark you for death and leave you with scars from your chest to your legs and sever your head off with the largest machete, then after I start and the ref shatter some glass in his head and I'll grasp his neck till his parcially dead and he's starving for a breath, but I'm a deveious man, the hardest to stop, rapers claim to be harder than rock and I beat them with sand, and if you big for this man I'll probaly tie your feet to a van and drive you through the streets of your land, not messing with me fool, I'll take you to the stepial of a cathedral and tie you to the peak with your hands and leave you to hang your self, don't come around here speaking all that jazz, when your crew ain't got as much streets as my ball bags have, don't ever let me see you sport that badge or I'll leave your face with more foot prints than my grannies door mat has