Watch Your Mouth

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 fuckers) 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