Lyrics
its the m i c, rising nicely, I see IV's sighting sheisty visine eyeing crises mightbe
Biting Wisely, I Need H I C - To Rise To The Lively - I dont take things lightly -
I might be a spicy- gook with an icy- glare -- beware of the wickedest sickwit/
addicted to torturin girls lyk they crickets/
my heart is too cold for my blood to be liquid/
my fart is too bold for my butt to have vicks-in/
it-- this beat is so so refereshinin'/
going on and on lyk a next-of-kin,/
write my verses lyk a testament- smell my sesa-mint/
whistle lyk a mexican - im the bigger man- next-to-them/
daily routine-have sex and then- of course- lightup a newport/ and all that other sort/
u the queen of the court, im the king of the queens/
u betta kneel to the gawd, or cock swings at ur spleen/
sup girl, u bangin- is pisces ur sign/
ill put my dick on ur forehead- to fuck wit ur mind/
girl- the price of my riches'll leave ur pussy stitches/
For christmas, i got u washing gloves for my dishes/
I juss wanna touch u, stroke u, give u all my gold/
So juss bend-over, kneel, spread-em- juss to knoe ur role/
