After chillin' and shit one night, this hater B-Mac was all up O-Dip's grill with his wack-ass skillz. JO had to serve this young poser, and it got dirrrrrrty. WHAT WHAT!

B-Mac	O-Dip
You say you need no gang to watch your ass, But why is it I see you ducking out after class? Afraid of the B-Mac with his wordin' wave? Like the Second Coming of Flava Flave? Oh man, I think you just spit out yo yeager, After seeing me, you lost your drunken swagger, Tell your psuedo-frat homies to go home to bed, Because now it's time for me to fuck wit yo head. "My head?" you say, "When yo rhymes so base?" "Maybe," I say, "but not out of malaise." No complexeties here, just the necesseties. Like wipin' yo ass and then doing 21 betties, Mo' bitches then you ever fucked (including Estelle Ghetty). Yeah I know how you like that Golden Girl shit, Now that you've been trounced, oh man, that's it. Clear your head of any confusion. I hope you see I've broken your illusion. Imagine this pic: it's you, in THIRD PLACE. Nice? First place, THAT'S ME. In second: VANILLA ICE.	I hope my mind is playing tricks on me Like my niggas the Geto Boys say on their cd Because when Screech Powers starts coming at my heart That's when I pick up a pen And start to compose madd lyrics, rhymes and maybe a limerick Hmm, what words go well with "suck a dick" Your young-ass rhymes are madd sophomoric Red Beard the Pirate called, he wants his facial hair back Oh yeah, Lanny McDonald called too, he says your mustache is wack Did you randomly open a dictionary to find smart-ass words? No use of literature on my part, my grammar and syntax are just that good Estelle Getty? Vanilla Ice? Pseudo-frat homies? You couldn't have been more gay if you said sumpin' about ponies You mentioned my nigga Flava Flav up in your previous biz Is that just a name to you or did your black friends tell you who he is No wait, you prolly don't got any black friends Once they saw you, they'd beat the cluck out of you, like hens They might keep you around for laughs when they is bored I heard you do a mean robot, not dancing, but when you're tryin' to score If John from Oleanna was a real dude He's step the fuck up and he slap the fuck out of you with ferocious 'tude Get the fuck out of my office, MC Dork Your lesson has been taught, I'm a-gonna go pop a cork