Okay, so you tightened things up a bit
not that you evah got hopes of writin a hit
your tighty whites need whitenin up a bit
'cause when Ice take the mic I know it mean B gotta $hit
While you spout about my need for a corrective lens
I'll two-wheel it to Costco, buy you a bulk box a Dependz
some fa you and some fa ya friends
Ice git the last word, that's how it always ends
To stay on my wheel you needin fake hemoglobin
I bask in the limelight while you stay backstage dopin
you could join the rodeo, but my calves defy ropin
watch where I spit, you still gawkin - yo mouth's open
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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