This is a song about "Mr talafuse"

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

They say i talk like im god body

Mr. prezy, where head be

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Come get some, you little bum

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Mr. c----n does this shit right

I seem to love these whips - a white

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you