Posted by Isis at d-128-101-86.bootp.virginia.edu on December 09, 2002 at 12:45:41:
In Reply to: since you threw down the gauntlet posted by Duffless on December 09, 2002 at 11:39:18:
When I was a baby I would still have out-rhymed ya
Paid all the bills when your mama nickel and dimed ya
Now you think you funky cause you drive an SUV
But you're nothing but a honky & you can't even do me
You rhyme like Mother Goose,
on the back of the Soul Train caboose
You dance like Cameron D
and bring hateration to the dancerie.
You a legend for the nursery books my mama used to read me
Taste like all the carrot mush my mama used to feed me
I strike you high and leave you low like Lewis did to Tyson
Now I've fooled you schooled you raised you, got you wishing you was MY son
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Oh Marshall, how much I've learned from you. Now I just have to hate on my mom and spend some time alone in my whiteboy pain, and I'll be SET.
: I got a hand that'll rock ya cradle,
: cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagle,
: my Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up funk,
: all you jealous punks can't stop my dunks,
: they're brand new like Heavy,
: built like Chevy, Impala,
: but Shaq's a smooth balla,
: (yeah, but what about rhymin?)
: I can hold my own,
: knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone,
: rhymin is like hoopin', I'm already a legend,
: back in the days in the Fush-camp section,
: used to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby,
: every once, every twice, three times a lady,
: is what I listend to, riding with my moms,
: how you like me now? I drop bombs,
: when you see me, please tap my hands,
: I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man