Tyson McKie - Me Vs the World Lyrics

This lil spoon fed bitch he still tryna spit
He gon be 40 years old in his parents crib
Talkin bout his 10th mixtape bout to drop
Yo I heard that lil faggot be throatin cocks
Suckin mad jocks, claimin he like twat
He either took mad dick or got ass shots
Ain't no way it's built like, he bullshittin bruh
You already know he takin mad dick in his butt
His whole life sugar coated, he ain't never bit a bullet
I doubt he got a gun but if he do i know it's fully loaded
That nigga ain't about shit (Ayo his new car lit)
You know his mommy and daddy bought that shit
He probably never worked a day in his life
Gum is the only way he could have strides
Stuffin his junk for them pics on the gram
I don't know why when he takes it up the can
Lil bitch

Why he posting all this bling like he paid for it
His last song Listen Up bitch we ignored it
I aint retweeting and I aint sharing shit
On ya 3rd mixtape and you barely lit
Ya tape 63 tracks who dat bitch think he is?
Surpise re-up in September, you ain't Beyoncé bitch!
Your personality obnoxious, over the top, overbearing
You do the most, that's people always be staring
Why you gotta make everything a spectacle
You over dramatic, that's why we sporadic
Ya remember when his nudes leaked 6th grade
Behind ya back, we was cracking up, that lil thang
You came back grade 7 and made claims of rapists
Stfu, we don't care what you say bitch
You a sad ass excuse for an attention whore
Been exposed you, sending him pics of joy

Yall muthaf*ckas den got Tyson started
Revvin my engine, I'm pullin up, park it (whoo, whoo)
Now lemme set the record straight, first thing I'm hetero
All you niggas talkin shit now ya bendin ove
Ove, (Gahdamn) speakin of over
Why ya always talk shit but never post up?
Stupid lil bitch, Ion speak whisper
Say it witcha chest, ya some clit ass niggas (I smell pussy)
How dare you muthaf*ckas challenge me
(The nerve of you hoes!)
Accused me of lying bout rape, my reality
Why is you niggas obsessed with my sexuality (Gahdamn)
Gahdamn my ass should be nicknamed fatality (Dat Ass)
Damn right you know I'm gone finish him (FINISH HIM)
Mickey T ain't no muthaf*ckas as real as him (Real shit)
Betta slow down dummy, this just the crash test (Haha)
Since you had the first word
Bitch I'ma take ya last breath

Now y'all done went and turned me on sum savage shit (Savage)
My ass been fat before rices and cabbages (Stop actin brand new)
Since 7th grade, I can't wear no jeans
I get it from mommy, hoe where yo daddy?
Oh he still at the store gettin groceries?
I would cry for you, but bitch I ain't Jodeci
I started out in this world with a heart of gold
Then muthaf*ckas infiltrated it
Left a nigga froze

Many times we speak before thinking
We forget there are repercussions for our actions
We drive the nicest people into madness
Turn good souls into badness
When I come back for you hoes remember you did this to yaself
BITCH!