A bunch of BS and name calling, Mixup did fucking good against Justin Wong almost eliminating him from a tournament. Better than anyone else could have imagined. Give the fuckin guy his props.
BTW - I can’t imagine Mixup in a salior hat… it’s gotta be the frog.
noones gonna take me up on my $1000 dollar bet on mike?
o well ewww i’m starting to sound like tfgm o well hey justin me and you at evo $1 matches and mike if u win u get to keep 500 bucks of the bet
Ah, so this is where the magz shittalk went after the otehr thread died.
Yeah a grudge match would be dope between those two, tho i think mixup is prolly underestimated.
Sucks he might not be able to make it.
Justin had a dope idea tho (from the old “who has the greatest mag” thread) when he said there should be somethin like a seperate tourney at evo consisting of the magz players, to see who had the smartest magz.
I DO HAVE A LIFE, IT’S WHOPPIN’ UP ON DUMBFUCKS LIKE YOU AND YOUR WHACK ASS GAMING CREW. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK OR ANYBODY, BOTTOM LINE IS I WASN’T TALKIN’ TO YOUR BITCH ASS SO IF I AIN’T TALKIN’ TO YOU JUST KEEP YOUR FUCKIN’ MOUTH SHUT. CHECK YOUR EGO BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU, I HOPE YOU GO TO EVO 'CUZ I’LL STOP BY JUST TO GIVE YOUR ASS A BEATING.
It’s easy to be a internet thug now aint it…Talk all that shit now but you know good and damn well all you would do the whole tourny is be lookin at him mean muggin and sayin fuck that fool I can’t stand that nigga…
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
I ain’t gonna eat, I ain’t gonna sleep
Ain’t gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain’t gonna work
For me, it just wouldn’t be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don’t ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain’t gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You’re gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you’re gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you’ve never seen
And you’re gonna see, this gangster beat on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don’t need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I’m seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon know me
When I’m this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that’s what I thought, you’re pitiful
I’m rid of you, all of you, rocksteady, you’ll get it too!