-Rhyming just to go -Timing with a flow -Like Vanilla Ice I glow -This opportunity I won't blow -Tell me to stop, hell no -I try to be nice to the hoes and the bros -but sometimes I just want to throw blows -I end up hitting invisible glows -No, Not smoking the dro, just delivering the old no no's -You cant do this you can't do that -Kiss my, kiss my— - Don't cut me off hear my track -Or see, I don't care get off my back - So I can pick up the slack -My words ,anyways, will disappear as fast as tic tacs -So get back or get smacked - Cuz im back with a lit match attached to your back pack -Light it and admire sitting back with my fat stacks -My crab shack is packed packed, -Got racks, with no slacks - Get up or get click clacked -u lack tact while I got barracks - yeah thats right taste a tic tac with my lit match, get a click clack, step back, get cracked -I I I'm back
You know... I didn't know you were trying to be nice to a hoe... I didn't know garden tools could be mean to to you...
It's about coming back to Pimd Rita, besides that there is no point, but look at most rap nowadays. Tell me what's the point; let's face it most rap has no point; it's all about getting money, cars, and hoes, yeah I said hoes.