Stovetop Time Machine

2-2-2icybeats

Ice cold, that's me kid
Don't fuck with me, kid
Gay-ass TV show, they call that shit Glee, kid
Get out my way, kid
You don't know who you're messin' with
I spit bars like protein
Flow sick, no vaccine
I go out at night
GPA, I'm hecka bright
Remind me what your name is
Oops, I forgot it
You're not important
My girls are imported
You will not forget me
This verse will get me...
To the top, that's what I need
Papercuts, they'll make ya' bleed
Two girls with big racks
Man-made like trans fats
I'm so hot, tell your friends about me
In the paper, read about me
Your dreams--I'm livin' 'em
These blue jeans, I'm wearin' 'em
All this money gonna need a bigger bank
All these honeys, not one of 'em a skank
My mouth is my money-maker
My rhymes are laid out on paper
My pen goes up in flames when I play these rap games
Paper burns when I write
Shit that's wrong: That ain't right
Fuck around, I'll break your neck
Sorry, take a rain check
Cool off to beat the heat
But when I spit get on your feet
Paul Blart: Mall Cop
Your tape? What a flop
Longneck, like a giraffe
Wavy, like a sine graph
Glasses like Four Eyes
No money like poor guys
I get ahead of the game
Not you, stay in your lane
Hailing from Illinois
Doing chores like a good boy
Taking out the trash
Spending all my cash
No saving, no raving
I'm just here behaving
Nah, fuck that, I'm not a bitch
Fuck you if you a snitch
Make dough like food prep
That's right: I'm Lil Cep