Monday, November 4, 2024

Mike Tyson in Ya Face

 Mike Tyson in Ya Face



Verse 1:

Give the shirt off my back, that's fact,

Say something wrong about my crew, I attack,

I don’t care, I end you before I blink my eyes,

Squirrel, we’re knockin' you out, no surprise.

Can't help it, I get heated, it’s my brain's little game,

ADHD’s a crazy squirrel, can’t tame the flame.

One second I'm chillin', next I’m a beast,

On this hype train, motherfucker, I'm unleashed.


Chorus:

Mike Tyson in ya face, don’t step in my space,

Haters wanna talk, but they can’t keep pace.

Cursed with fire, but I’m feelin’ alive,

Underestimate me, watch this beast thrive.


Verse 2:

I’m crazy, untouchable, like I’m on a new level,

Anger in my veins, you can’t pop this rebel.

Flip the script in a flash, I’m the king of this game,

Can’t stand lazy people, put 'em all to shame.

Bitter like a lemon, I’m spittin’ that truth,

Say somethin' I don’t like, we’re cuttin' that loose.

Look at my squad, we rise, never fall,

Real ones only, we don’t answer the call.


Chorus:

Mike Tyson in ya face, don’t step in my space,

Haters wanna talk, but they can’t keep pace.

Cursed with fire, but I’m feelin’ alive,

Underestimate me, watch this beast thrive.


Verse 3:

Got that wild side, like a squirrel on a spree,

Crazy ADHD thing you will not understand, see?

Turnt up, turnt out, yeah we livin’ that hype,

Detroit grit, baby, sharpenin' this knife.

Bite down hard, I’m the champ in this ring,

Got aggression and passion, like a lion I sing.

So back the fuck up, if you can’t handle the heat,

Mike Tyson vibes, I’m a force you can't beat.


Chorus:

Mike Tyson in ya face, don’t step in my space,

Haters wanna talk, but they can’t keep pace.

Cursed with fire, but I’m feelin’ alive,

Underestimate me, watch this beast thrive.


Outro:

So when the world throws shade, I just smile and I fight,

With my crew by my side, we’re ignitin’ the night.

You can hate all you want, but we rise from the dust,

Detroit's heart, we’re the truth, in ourselves we trust.

Mike Tyson in ya face, no baggage, just grace,

Bring it on, motherfucker, I’m ready, let’s race!

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