Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, back and forth because ah
I am.. what you thought I wasn't
I've been.. the defeatin' duelists by the dozen
I be the M-A-L-I... um, Odion, how do you spell "king?" coughing in background
And check out my yami he goes by the name of er...

Verse One: Marik

Marik Ishtar, brain dead like a rock star
I'm a M80, Yugi's Lil' like that Becky lady
I'm gritty, Battle City, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you goodie-goodies worse than Seto Kaiba
Yugi's wacker than the Pharaoh he bit his style from
He ain't gonna sell two copies if he presses a double album
Admit it, eff it, while we comin out in the open
I'm going up in smokes and making jokes then
My name is Marik Ishtar, My bro's an alcoholic (Hi Marik)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your a
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked out like Mai did
The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Pharaoh then
I'll slit your pixellated throat worse than Vincent Goldman

Chorus:

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin Fuck the World like Tupac (mah hero)
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

Verse Two: Marik

I'm Nicer than Kaiba, but I'm on a search to crush the Pharaoh
I'm Everlast-ing, I like in the shadows and don't grow old
I'm crazy enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, wrap you up in crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Cubix and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Marik Ishtar, Malik was the hikari's name (Bye-bye!)
Hearing your sap speeches and then retortin'
Pathological liar, blowin stuff out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker (i like ice cubes), addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a stinky trash can
With more holes than an Duke Devlin

Chorus

Verse Three: Marik

Somebody let me out this boredom scheme (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Whatever droppin the jaw, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your oh-so-heroice style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of hitches
Sick of duelin' naggin rulers while I'm washin mental dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to the City, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, showed those weaker boys my A
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many problems got me cracking jokes and twisting papyrus reeds again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in