IATG - sh** Makers (Hit Takers Diss) lyrics

[I.A.T.G.] First up, it's Mr. I Touch Rods Over 9000 'Ye songs in the kids iPod Best part is this guy thinks he's hard, thinks he's in the mob But this guy still flippin burgers, it's his full time job Talkin' mad sh**, like his material prophetic But the rhymes he tries to bust are just straight up pathetic He prosthetic, sympathetic to anyone that shares his genetics Stickin' to people's dicks like his mouth magnetic Next up, Mr. Rimmer, Mr. Beginner Mr. prance around in his underwear like a lottery winner He's attracted to Nas... PHYSICALLY Typically listens to his albums religiously Cops the guy's flow like straight up mimicry He wants to be with him but it's all just imagery Initially, doesn't seem so bad, turn the ignition key It seems like he's following this guy's ministry deliberately His writing style's like a damn child, it's so vile Not much of a legacy this kid has compiled Walk up in my hood and see this guy get rifled Hell, I'll put him to sleep myself... Michael Next Redmasta... not much to say But this guy get's hotter than Super Chef Bobby Flay's souffle So I think I'll leave this one alone To avoid unnecessary conflict in my combat zone SlimNatey, do I even have to write anything? Argumentative, he has to black and white everything Despite the green light, no need to excite As long as this guy is contrite, no need to cook his egg white The only other guy that I can think of is Madd Dogg I have just one question, Y U SO MAD, DOG? Is it because you're ugly and walk with your head in a bag, dog? Or is it because your production is just so BAD dog? Maybe, this guy thinks he can play me But I'm not a toy even if he's just a premature baby I'm lazy, I'm running out of rhymes for this sh** Need to reload, put another magazine in my clip Last but certainly not least, Illegal Weapons I think it's time I taught this mother f**er a lesson You may be a couple years my senior, but I ain't a freshman Cause while I'm spitting out gold, this kid is spitting out resin It's impressive, just how bad your lines can get I think they'll get even worse: I'm inclined to bet Don't be upset, you're played out like Brett, and floppy diskettes Think I saw you on the road yesterday cleaning some guy's Corvette But you see, my n***as too ILL to be LEGAL... Once we get our fill of rap, we'll be considered regal But of course you're too busy choking eagles... That is of course when you're not listening to Bad Meets Evil I'm painting my art all over you, you're just an easel Just end your life now, here's the juice, get a needle You must have been high if you thought that we were equals Compared to you I was born to Mary in the steeple You just a garage, I'm a cathedral Don't f** with me ever, because it may be lethal