ok, let's stop the thread. So Panda can see the fear of frost//
and rewind the hands of time, to re-coop the fukkin years I lost//
waiting for This bitch to post, im mad hot wit the lines//
You beatin me? haha...just not with those rhymes!//
I'm cooking up a pot, hittin u into the face of a fan, ha!//
an someone asked what's cookin, what else? this pan, duh..//