Im so dope you can get high off readin my rhymes,
and if you wanna get higher youll read it twice,
and the shit around my neck is colder than cold its dry ice,
you touch it you lose a limb foot or a leg,
be walkin around wit a wooden peg,
crutch or a cain,
im so blinged out if you see it you go insane,
iced out through ya eyes and straight to ya brain,
you lose ya memory and forget you were lame,
so you want meta's?,
then my rhymes are like *lettus*,
everybody has to have a bite,
im out of site like a *fettish*,
as my lyrics grow like a mold,
i go from flat broke to slappin a hoe,
cause they dont do what they told,
my fingas to cold to stop typin,
and to bold to start prerighting,
so you want wittie?,
slap a bitch fuck a hoe grab a tittie,
sleep wit a under age girl move to a new city,
and you tell me to come wit some multies....ok,
as my verses and curses start to worsen,
i bust caps wit lyricle gats i start burstin,
im breakin glass and kickin ass im god forsaken,
im worse than Vanilla Ice i eat rice and throw up that -pound of bacon-,.........Pound of bacon<vanilla ice used it in "ice ice baby" "cookin mcee's like a pound of bacon"......feel that or not tell me if im in....


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Originally Posted by Indeph Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.