Disreputable M.I.G
Created By MusicPup With Udio AI
2024-04-26
Lyrics
Well The Notorious Mig has got nothing on this and he spends all his time on his chair, If he dares to come back to me with a diss track I will cut off a lock of his hair! Oh, watch as I weave my lyrical snare, with a twist and a flip and a flair, Should he step to the mic with a smirk or a glare, I'll respond with the utmost of care! In rhyme and in rhythm, I'll meet his attack, and I'll send that poor Mig on a tear, For none can outpace my verbal barrage, I'm the maestro of wordy warfare! For I've got the wit that will hit like a fist, and I joust with a jest without fail, I'll parry his thrusts with a thrust of my quill, as I ride on the coattails of snail. My tongue is my sword, and my word is my bond, as I fence with the force of a gale, If he presumes to rap, or even to tap, he'll find himself hoist by his own petard's flail! So come one, come all, to this lyrical ball, where The Notorious Mig shall pale, In the art of the verse, I'm forever immersed, the undefeated champ without stale! For I deliver my blows in iambic prose, with a rhythm that rides on the rails, Each bar that I craft comes with forethought and draught, like a ship that is rigged with full sails! Oh, I’ll bounce every rhyme like a check in its prime, on this lyrical sea I’m the whale, I’ll leave dear Mig adrift, as my words he can’t lift, in my wake he’ll just flail and he’ll wail! [Verse 2] So let the Mig come with verse, or with something much worse, and I’ll counter with mirth and with merriment, My retorts shall be tight, every line a delight, leaving crowds in utter bewilderment.
