Eve Horne

If ever you want, I will do it for you
If ever you need, I will do it for you
If ever you ask of me, to prove my love is true
I will do it for you

If I was the sun, you'd be my light
If I was the moon, you'd be my night
There's nothing on earth that can
Compare to what we have
If you need some love, I've lots to share
Just ask me for proof, boy I don't care
So show me the way that I can prove
My love is true

If ever you want, I will do it for you
If ever you need, I will do it for you
If ever you ask of me, to prove my love is true
I will do it for you
I will do it for you

If I was wrong, you'd make me right
Sometimes I'm blind, you are my sight
If ever I lose my way, you'd show me where to go
So if you want the moon, I'll bring it here
A trip to the stars, I'll take you there
There's nothing beyond my means if it
Shows you that I care
If ever you want

If ever you want, I will do it for you
If ever you need, I will do it for you
If ever you ask of me, to prove my love is true
I will do it for you

I guess that's just the way things are
('Cause your in my mind and heart)
And nothing that you ask for is too far
Ooh if ever you want

Whatever you want, whatever you need
You can believe, you'll get it from me

Whatever you want, whatever you need
You can believe, you'll get it from me

I will do it for you
I will do it for you

It's three o'clock and I just can't stop
Loving you inside of my head
This fantasy is not enough for me
I'd rather have you here instead
I know I told you,
I just wanted to be friends
But something changed inside of me
And I can't pretend
Now I've got this secret I want to share
I'd like to take you there If I dare
I've been dreaming about you every night
I lie awake and I hold my pillow tight
And I've been thinking baby
That I might Invite you to my bed
You call me up
But the phone feels so cold, yeah
Pressing up against my ear
I wonder if it would be too bold
If I asked you to come over here
But everytime I try to tell you how I feel
Something's taking over me
And I just can't speak
Ever since you came into my dreams, baby
I see you differently uhm uhm~
I've been dreaming about you every night
I lie awake and I hold my pillow tight
And I've been thinking baby
That I might Invite you to my bed
I've been dreaming about you every night
I lie awake and I hold my pillow tight
That I might Invite you to my bed
I've been thinkin' 'bout, dreamin 'bout
I've been dreaming about you every night
I lie awake and I hold my pillow tight
And I've been thinking baby
That I might Invite you to my bed
I've been dreaming about you every night
I lie awake and I hold my pillow tight
And I've been thinking baby
That I might Invite you to my bed
I've been dreaming about you every night
I lie awake and I hold my pillow tight
And I've been thinking baby
That I might Invite you to my bed
thinkin' 'bout, dreamin 'bout
At night I toss and turn around
I lie awake because of you, oh baby

CAN WE GET PERSONAL BABY
CAN WE GET PERSONAL BABY

BEEN WORKING NINE TO FIVE
I NEVER SEE YOU AT NIGHT
IT'S HEAD TO SLEEP ALONE
JUST LAY AWAKE, I CAN'T CLOSE MY EYES
NOW DON'T YOU THINK IT'S TIME
YOU ASKED YOUR BOSS FOR SOME TIME OFF
JUST A LITTLE BREAK
SO WE CAN GET IT ON

CAN WE GET PERSONAL BABY
BABY JUST ME AND YOU
CAN WE GET PERSONAL BABY
I KNOW WE GOT THINGS TO DO
CAN WE GET PERSONAL BABY
MAKE SWEET LOVE TONIGHT
GOTTA GET PERSONAL BABY
AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

CAN'T WAIT TO GET YOU HERE WITH ME
SO WE CAN GET REAL KINKY LIKE WE USED TO BE
(KINKY LIKE WE USED TO BE)
WHEN YOU HOLD AND KISS ON ME
YOUR MAKING ME FEEL SO RIGHT (UH-UH)
IT LET'S ME KNOW BABY
THAT YOU'VE GOT LOVE ON YOUR MIND

CAN WE GET PERSONAL BABY
BABY JUST ME AND YOU
CAN WE GET PERSONAL BABY
I KNOW WE GOT THINGS TO DO
CAN WE GET PERSONAL BABY
MAKE SWEET LOVE TONIGHT
GOTTA GET PERSONAL BABY
AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN WORKING VERY HARD
YOU MADE THAT PROMISE TO ME FROM THE START
NOWS THE TIME TO LAY BACK
LAY BACK AND UNWIND
SO I CAN SHOW YOU WHAT I FEEL
BOY WE GOTTA KEEP IT REAL

CAN WE GET, CAN WE GET
CAN WE GET, CAN WE GET PERSONAL
CAN WE GET, CAN WE GET PERSONAL
CAN WE GET, CAN WE GET PERSONAL
CAN WE GET, CAN WE GET PERSONAL

If you belong to me, nothing else would matter
I'll give you the moon and the stars, on a silver platter
I'll kiss you the way that you should be kissed
I'll show you the kind of love, that you've missed

So Hear me
Sweet baby
My heart won't lie

What you need is what you get
If you come to me
I'll give you love won't regret
I'll set you free
If you belive like I belive
Boy, you know it's true
everything you need
I'll give it to you

You've been alone too long, baby let me help you
I'll show you where your heart belongs, you know I'd love you
I'll give you a thousand reasons to stay
Leave a light in my window, if you lose your way

So don't fear baby, I'm right here
My heart won't leave you
What you need

What you need is what you get
If you come to me
I'll give you love won't regret
I'll set you free
If you belive like I belive
Boy, you know it's true
everything you need
I'll give it to you

So don't fear baby
I'm right here
My heart won't leave you
What you need

Boy you know it's true
Everything you need, I'll give to you

Boy you know it's true
Everything you need, I'll give to you

Still got that key to the city....

(Verse 1)
uh..uh....uh
J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall
I'm too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y'all
in a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait
I'm so ill I raise the dead when I rhyme at wakes
From the moment that my first verse caught your head
years later you'll be buggin' off the thoughts I said
Now I'm lampin' on the street, with my foot on the curb
give me the illest concept, and I can put it in words
Analog mics are used to record the subliminal
Pro Tools chapped em soundwave and make em digital
Flow cool Juice'll do the mic something pitiful
For me you're gonna need a million gigabytes minimal
Niggas wanna rap they gettin in it for dough
but start hangin up when they cell minutes are low
I'm toed back off of a couple Guinnesses though
I'll have people passin' out before I finish the show
now you feelin' insecure when I grin at yo' ho'
I had her ass in the air kid, chin on the flo'
Now you tryin' to spend your dough, so your women'll know
I'm still Juice but big Panik put the gin in the flow
Now the flows are the fattest crazy rap status
Juice hold belts in all the fuckin' weight classes
I'm anti-sobriety, I try to stay tipsy
I move at the speed of light, Blink, you missed me

(Chorus)
From the Midwest, to the West
And all sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed
No matter how it goes we fresh
Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best

(Chorus 2)
From the East coast to the West
The best sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed
No matter how it goes we fresh
Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best

(Verse 2)
I was told by the council, to lead the new millinium
One ounce'll have your skin chippin' like a pentium
3 processor, nobody floss fresher
my style very day to day like a cross dresser (Whoo)
Juice at the club, your whore I macked her
She forgot she had a man until the morning after
Bones and vocal cords get torn and fractured
She said comparin' us was like before and after
Juice bust 'em out, flush 'em out, what's the fuss about
I kick lines other cats can only cuss about
they say Juice is on the lose, have you seem him
I'm day and night and every hour between 'em
I'm on some Mary J. shit, nigga this is my life
Tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry-ice
So having any thoughts about winnin me God
is like tryin to save a game without a memory card
And in case you didn't know, I'm paid to hijack your motorcade
Try to wave to the crowd I'm blowin off your shoulder blade
your chance to live is at a very low percentage
your so close to death that you can see your own image
A amateur, lost to a professional
Now they dissconnectin you from all that bullshit you was connected to
I need no remorse, I had to diminish 'em
In Mortal Kombat I had the crowd screamin' "Finish him"

(Chorus 1) + (Chorus 2)

Chorus:
You got a question mark? I'm the nigga here X 3
You got a question mark? I'm the nigga here period...

Chorus X 2

Verse 1:
I'm the nigga here... Who wanna battle?
I got word chemistry, when I'm dead you'll remember me
Juice, I'll serve any nigga breathing in the industry
If you wanna test J, I'll show you the best way
If you want some drama, I'ma send it to you next day
Rappers want a piece of me, y'all niggas better stay away [why]
I'll take your rap style and put it back on lay-a-way
I'll cook the second batch then I cook the first batch
And I be knocking rappers down like a purse snatch
I take your bitch away and then I let the cock slide
Open up your skin and let it bubble like peroxide
Don't even look at me cuz, don't even stare at Juice
That's like jumping out your plane without a parachute
Niggas give me 'nuff love, bitches on the jock why?
Maybe 'cause I ripped them in a circle counter-clockwise
You just a kiss ass... boy you better play track
My style just stay bad, I'm 30 years of Maytag
Kick a legit line of raps made of strychnine
Freaky as a 6-9 and now it's hold my - yo [dick] - time
Throw in the towel, y'all better let the bout cease
I'm swinging with the left hook and knocking out your mouthpiece
You like Superman trying to jump back in the saddle
I got one question, "What rapper wanna battle?"
Vocal tone clarity, mad popularity
I break both your legs and have you screaming, "Juice carry me"

Dialogue:
Yeah nigga, I don't care if you got a record deal nigga
We can battle for your contract nigga
What you wanna do?

Chorus X 2

Yo, face it, rappers is so whack I can taste it
They might as well take their freestyles and freebase it
Or get a 40 ounce if you think you wanna chase it
Put it on the board, like a teacher I'll erase it
Juice, I've been dope since I made my first appearance, black
Then even have your whole style on the clearance rack
But this flow is updated, rather innovative
Y'all rap like ya artificially inseminated [whoo]
But I'ma slay, and I sway any majority
Juice is more fun than panty raids at a sorority
Y'all try to mess with me, but I get ready quick
[horn] I got more parts than any Freddy flick
So, bring on your crew cause I'ma take on three men
Plus, I've been swimming in women since I was semen
I'm not your Candyman, but I slam it one time
And like Sammy Davis, baby, I can make the sun shine
So every brotha think they wanna battle, shut the hell up
Y'all could work in the dark room and still not develop
And if I ever hear you try to talk about me to your friends
I'll be all up in your grill like a contact lens
Who wanna battle?

Chorus

J-U... Molemen..
Yo, this one right here was made in Heaven..

(hook)
*I havent even started my reign, I'm only drizzling*
*So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice*
*Big Juice in the house* *Damn right*
*I'll either shake your hand or shake your mic*
*I havent even started my reign, I'm only drizzling*
*So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice*
*Big Juice in the house* *Damn right*
*I'll either shake your hand or shake your mic*

(verse)
My freestyle's gotta be that of a child prodigy
I rack my brain just to spit another flow outta me
I leave rappers dead and their ladies cries watery
Right before he passed away, I know that rapper thought of me
I'm paid on the nighty, ya'll get paid on the quarterly
And into work for your record labels like an orderly(??)
And you underground rappers, ya'll could do a lil more then me
These Tiger Woods niggaz, ya'll aint even up to par with me
The way I drop kinetics, its close to aporetic
Cop an edit of the tape, if its Hip Hop, I said it
Stress don't concern me, I don't stop to let it
In my zone you see these rappers that can't rock behead it
I split them wide open, rush 'em and hit 'em high
I split 'em while he's hoping that rhyme'll get him by
Now he's leaking H2O, he couldnt escape the flow
Sitting nervous, waiting for his first tape to blow
For him success means try'na make the dough
He just imitates others, never creating a flow
But I'm simpley the best like I'm HBO
I represent the Illinois so thats what makes me so
I know how weed looks, but yo, I also read books
Might struggle with bad pop songs and mean hooks
You use to be creative, but now your gimmicky
Mimicy, instead of using chemistry mixed with beat imagery
Whether its him or me, we ripping it continuely
I been a G ever since Pops pertain my enemy
Now I just max, relax and drink Hennessy
When I'm drunk, I'm in the mirror try'na battle ten of me
I stay straight, I murder with the cordless or the tray 8
You try'na update that style but you a day late
Some play hate, they get murdered before the day breaks
I'm the landlord and every rapper gotta vacate
The Molemen, kings of the underground production
Lose? Who got the gumption to make such a assumption
My tape is like crack, its made, then its pumped in
The ghettos of America for your main consumption
Dont play to battle me 'ro, or you'll get dumped in
The lake with them other fake cats that shoulda jumped in
I bang like Patrease(??) rushing on percussion
I take your self esteem and bring it down like destruction

(hook)
*I havent even started my reign, I'm only drizzling*
*So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice*
*Big Juice in the house* *Damn right*
*I'll either shake your hand or shake your mic*
*I havent even started my reign, I'm only drizzling*
*So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice*
*Big Juice in the house* *Damn right*
*I'll either shake your hand or shake your mic*
*Big Juice in the house* *Damaging emcees* *Da-da-da-da-da-damn right*
*Big Juice in the house* *Damaging emcees-emcees-emcees*
*Big Juice in the house* *Damaging emcees* *Da-da-da-da-da-damn right*
*Big Juice in the house* *Damaging emcees*
*So whoever wanna battle, ya'll can bring it to the Juice*

(Juice)
Sometimes tha illest cats don't get record deals (laugh)
Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets….
Underground legends
Cats you never heard of,
But everybody know they tha nicest
This is for them cats….

When I design rhyme in daylight
Or primetime I stay tight
I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right
I represent the underground world, it's a unique scene
There's no record deals, no videos and street teams
I do shows to keep green
I know I'm not a star man, I'm signed to myself
And my mic's my A&R man
In double nine I guess it's just a sign of tha times
The spotlight that I've been looking for is finally mine
I never thought about the dough when I'm designing my rhyme
As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I'm fine
It ain't about that
I opened up for cats who ain't as dope as me
While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly
From Heaven I was set to game to entertain
I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue range rover
But even if I don't remain sober
I'ma score double digits till the fuckin' games over

"Whether they signed or unsigned" (Canibus)
"Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets" (Redman)

I don't care if I'm right, wrong , or in between
All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn't write songs,
I intervene
Don't think because the battle rhymes are what I'm know for
I can't out write the best of em, or rip the microphone
Raw my words are deep
Keep my tape handy when you're buzzin
Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome,
Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin' Gin
Come down but then recite it when you buzzin' again
You must respect the flow
Point blank I'm a professional
Exceptin' no less than excellence, that's how tha session go
Embracin' my Rhyme, when I'm gone who's replacin' mine?
I trace a line that transcend all space and time
I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate
The type of shit discussed my mob bosses eatin' shrimp and shit
Those with intellect they understand how I wrote it
But the average mind can take 5 years to decode it

Chorus: (scratched)
"Whether they signed or unsigned" -Canibus
"Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets" ?Redman

Gradually I drift off imagining me
The baddest emcee, wondering what my status will be
A little local battle emcee who never made the grade?
Or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razor blades?
Ever time I win the battles they dissected my words
I'll probably never get the props or the respect I deserve
The magazines claim I wrote my battle rhymes like they knew me
Then they wanna call the next day and fuckin' interview me
Do I really have props?
Is it really that stable
when they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?
When they take me for lunches and drinks inside they limos?
And fu#k around and play me somebody else's demo
J-U ya'll niggaz all know what his name is
The Cat that got famous
By never being famous
I'll probably roam the underground scene for all times
Signed sincerely JUICE the unsigned

"Whether they signed or unsigned" -Canibus
"Platnum more wax for..platnum in tha streets" ?Redman

(Verse 1)
I freestyle erratically for those that wanna battle me
Spit venom at MC's until this mic cord is statiky
Do damage to a salt and a peppa, without the battery
When you diss, you flatter me, i'm fuckin up your whole anatomy
It's in tannar, oh your hoe, we ran in here
With thirteen king size chocolate antennas
And in my city, for real jo, i'm sick of who talk
About, how me and my man is on the dick of New York
Cuz when I innovate, I incinerate, then I eliminate
You in a state of shock until these niggaz hypervenilate
I serve the east coast to west coast and don't discriminate
Penetrate, I crush all beef right where it eminate
I day light, my stray mic strike from twi-light
And I'ma stay tight, play right, create highlights
And ain't nobody fina do me, especially in this bitch game I'm ruthless
I use my middle finger when I switch lanes, pertainin
TO being entertainin, now I'm rainin, I slay men
Experts and lay men with my play pen, I'm scrapin
Remotely holding rap down and shapin
A style handcrafted since the days of my play-pen
And my drop-top, I rock spots, I got it not-stop, when my glock pop
I had the hardest niggaz playin hop-scotch, I'm top notch
And if she ain't fuckin then watch me cock block
I hit hot spot, and pop-lock, a nigga knock knock
I'm enterin, Juice's shit is colder than the winter and
These instumentals bang and leave a nigga's skin splinterin
"Friday the 13th" I rip Jason
A slick Mason like Perry, with more game than dick racin
Perfection, rap erection, now let my teks in
I burn your neck skin, these niggaz start epilepsin
Juice steps in, and If a mothafuckers tests us
They scrapin his ass of the floor like ass festers

(Chorus)
I just freestyle the hook and display my skills
No matter what a nigga kick, you'll be on my dills
Get your notebook, quote, it's time to take notes
Cant fuck with the freestyles or what I got wrote
Swear to god, I just rip it and freestyles my skills
And everything I kick is dope, so they be on my dills
And When I get done with the song, you think I'm bullshittin
Cuz you wont know if it's freestyle or if the shit is written

(Verse 2)
Niggaz swear to god, they fina rip the microphone
I swear they could go gold if they bought a herringbone
They need knee-pads, looking at my style cuz I'ma be bad
I swear it's sop DOPE, I had to check into a rehab
Never nervous, MC's are worthless, put down your pencil
My instrumental, will cramp your style like a menstrual
scenario, it's time for your mothafuckin burial
I'll murder you and burn your promotional material
genetically and alphabetically, I'm the thickest
And theoretically, poetically, I'm the sickest
MY bic is, scribblin, yo it ain't no riddlin
If rap was defense, I'll have Kobe double dribblin
I'll leave this mothafucker so hot, it'll be sizzlin
I haven't even started my rain, I'm only drizzlin
I'm unpresentable like pierce needles through your genetals
In general, I'm known for stealin shows like a criminal
I'm crucial, mathematically, I'll reduce you
I'll nuce you, i'll shoot your posse even if they neutral
Yo, don't drink and drive when you choosing my tape
Is like, cruising on the freeway and losing your breaks
And the crash will be a crash that will trash your ass
I'll harass this mothafuckers from the first to the last
With no immunity, when my tape hits the black community
Niggaz will put the crack down and start usin me
MY shit enges, average bend downs in inches
My tape so dope, it should've came with two syringes
I blend this, with no glitches for all you bitches
Last time I got so open, I needed stitches
When every nigga in they Lex and Hyundais heard this
I leave niggaz quiet than the Sunday service
I can burn anyone stepping in my jurisdiction
Big Juice, I'm in the house like a shorty on restriction

(Chorus)
I'm like Schwarzenegger, when I try to erase
These niggaz talk behind my back but they be all up in my face
If I do kick a written rhyme, for your instant bonus
I'll make you change your name to "The Rapper Formerly Known As"
So next time please just get off my dills
And let me do whatever and display my skills
Cuz no matter if it's freestyle, no matter if it's written
I'm a dope nigga, that's no bullshittin

(chorus)
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over with this Blahzeeblah you first on the list

(Blahzeeblah)
I feel lessly effective
why did you think we call it Blahzee
pass me the martinini and rossi
I see slang stock sentence back on my apprentices and pupils
even loop holes will tie slip knots and screw holes
Blahzee is the phrase that rocks
with more interaction than a box of just to plush
exotic so adjust
axin more clans than a mumble keepin dips styles deluxe
Check this out we sippin on Moet with loot to boot

(Com)
lookin glamourous down shaker is supa sonic
hookin phonics like A and G the 360 makes shit so complete
so how you livin 90 emcee in 1983
with corny conduct get stomp and you a bitchin
enterin the masters son sendin suckas on like missions
yeah nigga

(chorus)
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over with this Twista you next on the list

(Twista)
huh, I draw more blood than a vampire with a paint brush
makin 'em fake plus
decapitate niggas who can't bust
the nashtatonish, mothacomish more shot to honors
I predict victories like Nastradamus apost his promise
never to step into deciphers that put their brain in waters
where pain is flawless
for me emcee's go get restrainin orders
it don't matter cuz when my shottie flags
follow seize of hollow weed
pick a sequel out of trick or treat with body bags
body tags get blast out like druggles blast out like mugglets
causin abombinations, crackin heads like safe combinations
I condination into I get 'em blessed
kill 'em all off like David Koresh
just to play with the flesh, vest of the best
the type of nigga that'll cut your break lines
ache lines, and break spines
scramble up quick to shit thats heard through grape vines
my skill shines, I drop emcee's in abis
when Twist flicks his wrist
get the fuck down Chi Town don't miss

(chorus)
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over be here D.A. you next on the list

(D.A. Smart)
ohh wee, it's the terror turn
plus I never burn like real gold
plus I always in the pocket like a bill fold
and you can spend me, till the men see, what a friend be
but offend me thats the end G
plus I love life, I hug mics, and I mug whites
cuz Im sick of seein black fuckin thug fights
thats the man game, we just playin lame
I'm not sayin names, but look brotha thats a dam shame
we got it together now
makin it better now
for a better sound
and we takin it to the letter now
M-Dot, Tung Twista, and Blahzeeblah
plus Common and D.A. Smart
I never fell bro, as you can tell bro
like jacks I snatch ya arms off your ass from your elbow
cuz I get his like, do what you lives like, and give you insight
and plus I rock the mic rizz night

(chorus)
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over be this M-Dot you next on the list

(M-Dot)
yeah check it out
if I can get you with this track I'ma get you with this flow
tie your ass up if you still say no
and make you listen to what you missin
cuz it's so appetizin your ass ain't recognizin
the funk, the flava, look at what I gave ya
comin from in the soul M-Dot is here to save ya
not a super hero yo I never wore again
but a thousand men on that ass it'll be hard to escape
like the chi I'm cold ,treat like a bowl, of cereal
usin cheerio, I gots milky material
for that ass every single line I kick is straight
I can fart on this mic and it'll come out great
I'm snappin like road necks
and niggas with no techs and women throw up techs
anihlate your pupils dialate whos ready to flow next
an entrepreneour racona sewer
you better acknowlege me give me an apology
cuz I'm a prodigy of the Chi

(chorus)
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this, nigga
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over be this cuz Chi Town is tha shit

(J.U.I.C.E.)
MC J.U.I.C.E is harzardous
there ain't no rapper bad as this
I leave for 3 days I come back just like the Nazerath
the insane headerole
I think these rappers betta go
run and get medical attention when I severo
I tell 'em never go against me this is no tow zone
and I'ma bout get this bitch open like the ozone, layer
cuz you is gots prop like the mayor
I can meet a cutie pie in 20 minutes I'ma play her
you can say your little whips so I can fiddle with your game plan
I'm insane stand, toe to toe now get the same dam, treatment
I gotta tell 'em tell me where the weed went
rewind it brotha bring it back so I can find it
I could rip punks up
we come in three just like the chipmunks
I kick for these rappers better float on or they get their ship sunk
ugh, they battle ship is not made for mic rippin
you just a rude boy so ease up off the champagne your sippin
your trippin I even played hoops with Scottie Pippen
he missed the dunk I had to follow with the tip in
I rippin niggas bet chip in for the beer run
I come into your ear drums you thought my flow was near done