This is a song about "Duel if the iron mic"

Scramble if your in danger, im the iron eating beast, with held in anger

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Im always killin in the mic,

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Going up on the mic

Same thing with this music

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

Deezy runs the game with an iron fist, and that is for real.

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Im always killin in the mic,