Wrong Pot 2 Piss In The Goats

[Verse 1: Madd]
Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up a plate
A Styled linguistics flowing at a smooth rate
Commotion, the notion that we need to settle
Look who called the kettle black so don't you mettle Jack
I was turning now I'm done turning other cheeks
You had your time to beef now let Madd like speak
You're just a Honey Nut, Honey Nut Cheerio
I pour some rhymes in and now you're soggy yo
'Cause while I'm shriveling you be getting fatter
They swing me M A Double but my shit gets madder than that
You run the flam so you think that you're a pisser
You picked the wrong one, so cool it Mister
Blisters, that's what you got on your doubly bubbly lips
You need some Campho-Phenique before you try to dip
On this dye you talking Jimmie Walker
Ain't got Good Times on this, so stop your gawkin'

[Verse 2: OaTie Kato]
Well it's me the rhymer, me the poem sayer
Me the funky dunkin' blubber b-ball player
Never a slayer of the same genre propster
I never wanted to be a gangster or a mobster
And never a copster eating lobster on the take a
Saying goodness saka to the humble honest Quakers
Breaker the bump like a crystal coffee creamer
Tell me how you can school me if you was born in a beamer
Dreamer American, cream of the very land
Stolen from the Indians and brothers like Farrakhan
Trifle, it's not like a flick starring Fievel
Stifle, I won't, I'd join the bloods with the rifles
Like Eiffel, the tower, I observe the oppression
Pissy (pissy) poor, here's a white boy's confession
Twister, you vicing, the labor of this mission
George you got a lot of piss but wrong pot to piss in