GMP da Icegod - Two Roundz lyrics

[Verse 1] Is your target me? You must have a d**h wish I'm like a disease; the touch will leave you infected I'm sick with the rhymes, kid, you're sick without them I write the best rhymes to know, tell me about them I doubt you'll have the clout to knock me out In this bout, you lout, you don't know what I'm about I'm the Iron Voice, stepping up to me would be a stupid choice Even your boys know I'll turn them into Backstreet Boys Like the singers, I count your last minutes with five fingers My dogs behind me and on the roof? They're some gunslingers See, my mouth is the rifle and the words are the bullets And the beat is the trigger, cause it plays like when I pull it The Machine Gun Song proves all nonbelievers wrong We can go all night long, cause I'm too strong Sound the gong of Hong Kong Signifies the strongest has won, and this is only Round One... (scratches between "FIGHT!") [Verse 2] There are some men that you just can't reach So I teach with this speech I preach to each and every one of you Listening and witnessing the sickening, sizzling rhymes that'll leave you crippling Like paraplegia, all over the media My rhymes is leukemia or sicker than hemophilia You could read the words all over the encyclopedia Said by the African with a shade of sepia on the skin Who walks to you with a grin One to the shin, then to the chin But the battle was about to begin Foot on his chest signals the win in Round 2 And the whole fight is fin...