Shoutout for my man Big G!

Its true that da Schlex keep it real in the yellow
But Andy too young, and Frank one skinny-assed fellow
I think that the yellow lookin better on Cadel
That Aussie's legs are hotter than all the fires of hell
So not to cut him down like some mad Lorena Bobbit
But I'm pretty sure Cadel is at least half hobbit!
Punk-ass Ricco blows the whole peloton
He should have the strength for it, all the EPO he's on
I gotta give props to cute Christian VDV
He can get a girl going when he rock the HC
But even though Bobke say that Christian's a contender
There's only one in the pack sending me on a bender
After years watching Lance sailing by in a blur
My man Hincapie deserves his own soigneur
After seeing him in the lead up that crazy alpine peak
Big George can count on me to be his loyal domestique
Poor Ice will never have the skillz to rival Hincapie -
George can always count on me for an ending that's happy!
But Ice best go shopping for a watch on E-Bay
Cuz the podium girls won't give him the time of day...

Yo lines sure don't stress me, refresh or depress me

Takes balls for a sucka like you to address me

Whose rhymes got so random they mostly perplex me

Who got no more chance than T-Dub to undress me

Or any of my girlz on the Atomic posse

You got no more sense than ol' Headless's horsey

So get back to your stories of horror and fright

Just don't get so scared you can't turn off the light

Blaze Battle 6.x

I know you bitche$ missed me while I was rollin wit my midget

Little Zoe had a fever but she still cute as Gidget

Course when Mama Doc's around the temp always be risin

That the Ice don't melt is the only thing surprisin

Now I'm down DC way in my fly black suit

It gives a great view of the Doc from front to glute

I'm savin lives wit my science, and slayin suckas on the run

Tonight all the finest playas gonna be callin 911...

You think that you dissin me by callin me a donkey
But all you did was prove that you a white bread honky

I’m up Broadway way rockin out wit Macbeth
Lookin so fine I bring Banquo back from death

Respect to my Laydee for her shout-out to the Bard
She bustin' out da rhymes that bring the boys to the yard
The vrouwen swoon for Shakes wit' his iambic pentameter
But Brit's got the moves that really turn up the thermometer

Girl don't let no Butt'r in your Lycra from that punk-ass Puck
Cuz all the flyest playaz gonna try they fairy luck
Poor Ice got no more hope than a steroid-free LeMond
He just gonna hafta sit at home and hold his magic wand...

Blaze Battle 2.3

Ice, Eddy ain't yo man, he chew you up and spit you out
Cuz you be ridin like a geez wit' emphysema and the gout
You think you got game, but you're just Hong Kong Phooey
Belgians eat you alive like you're a bowl of waterzooi

The Laydeez on the Team can crush your vrouwen like flies
And we look so fine when we do it make you wish your bik bok had eyes
We roll past ya so fast you only get to see our dust
Leave you standin' in your tighties just like your hero E-Z Lust.

b*tch, how you gonna fit that tail up in there in that XS skinsuit? sheeeeet...

Ai'ight - I wasn't going to throw down, but you had to go and drag medicine into it...

Lets get it clear, Ice, you ain't no mad cyclo doctor
You talkin smack med like a straight up sucka
Get your tongue all tied up wit big words like "coccygeal"
You don't even know the coccyx is just a tail vestigial

You best step it up if you be sayin "synchondrosis"
Someone ask you what it means and you be pleadin' agnosis
Where the biz meets the seat is a "vulvar hematoma"
When I leave you in my dust its cuz you ridin' all slow-mo

Now I'm the fine-assed Doc of mighty Team Atomic
And my quads are more deadly than the plague bubonic
So don't be in my grill wit yo "Web MD"
You slow enough on wheels, don't even try for skillz like me!