Bustin on my bling while she fightin the static cling of her bike still stuck to the starting line, while Ice wine and dine – cha-CHING
thinkin her half-baked lines will buy some time, castin weak volleys from the sidelines while Ice take this battle straight to the front lines – ZING

Pretendin she don’t shop, innocent like bebop, as if accoutrements like her helmet cam and Bianchi cap just showed up on her porch – where’s the Easter Bunny, HOP
continuously bustin on Ice’s skinsuit size, while sleek like a gazelle he slide into that extra-small combined bottom and top, make the seams go POP

Pedal-powered espresso maker in one pocket, bacon in the otha –
how the f%^* else the peloton eat breakfast without moochin off this brotha?
B. Gears like to point out the flaws in Ice y’s style, neglectin all the while
her time in front of the mirror sayin her own name like she Destiny’s Child

If it ain’t on my slipstream dust that you choke,
it’ll be on your own sad lyrics that try to one-up this bloke
don’t matter whether we go spoke to spoke or joke to joke -
my spittin leave you stone cold broke, like you nothin but an unemployed Tone Loc...

Chickity check the mailbox and what do I find? Once again Ice showin' he the master
of taking a bite outta B Gears' style--at that, they ain't no one faster
If imitation is flattery, then with that postcard he's kiss-assed me
but in this battle, endurance is key--and he won't outlast me

Unless, that is, the battle moves indoors. To a track? Hell no, to the mall!
See, the only thing Ice be clocking is the best deal on gear (all size extra-small)
If you spent as much time riding as you spend shopping, you'd twice traverse Celtic Gaul
Fool it don't matter how good you look on the bike if you ride slower than a toddler crawl

Mont Ventoux? Playa, please. Now I know you smokin something
Ain't no other way to explain your lack of shame at the way your skinsuit cling
I mean, you look fine--it ain't about that--but something else that's got me thinking...
Is that a chamois in your BVDs or are you just glad to hear me rapping?

Looks like ink is the new pixel...

Oh, you KNOW Ice old skool-
He going back pre-linotype
Ink & quill's the new way to get ill
while suckas check they SMS I say don't believe the hype














B givin herself props like she descended from the heavens
when reality show that she'll always be 2nd, like Cadel Evans
Just like Sastre rocked the TT
I'm clockin new records in this ongoing BB

And speaking of categories, I b'leive they'll need a 6 for you
You at home playin Scattergories while I smokin Mont Ventoux
But I'll give you an 'A' for effort
so tres props pour vous...