MiKE TYSON Lyrics

Thinking you can wreck me then you must be a comedian

If we talking styles bitches only got 3 of dem

I'll fuck the globe like a meteor

My fans really be the thinkin' kids causing hella civil disobedience

Wrecking ball shit no Miley

Styling, bad bitches pics no smiling

Rhymin' really wildin' like precision meets timing

My team sell vinyls like Day-Day on Friday

Rap god grimey but they call me YaH-Mighty

Hand me the mic & I do it like a Nike

Best have my checks when I check in nigga don't try me

GCM goons start firing

Toss holy water on the demons screaming Beaming in a Beamer

Two-seater cutie nigga got the heater peaking, Speedin' down the a cali express-way

Most of these rappers wanted hos & to get laid

My only goal in this game is to get paid

Toss my ego in the trash Bossin' up so it can last

Make it last forever Tony Tony toss it in the stash

Only sellin' trash so eventually they buy it

Gold chain swinging like muhfucking Tyson

Asia had to sign her gold touched like I'm Midaz

I don't give a fuck what u think or you might be

YaH look better than yo baby mama wifey & side piece

Boy the top is lonely but the view is just priceless

Disrespectin' niggas like a wife wit a hyphen

Use my bare hands just to box wit a lion

Tested in the battle don't try it yeah

Yaya too many styles

A real boss bitch ain't got too many pals

Westcoast Big steppin' Mr. Morale

Knock 'em out now I got too many towels

YaH please the crowd now they all tapping out

Came wit the sword so u know what I'm bout

Don't need the clout got my

Legacy all figured out

When I step in the ring I bring pain

And my name ringin' bells