Kinda got caught up in some other s**t. Heading to bed now, but before I do...
When deputy Ceaz from the
Village People finish fornicatin' with that biker in
gay leather,
we can have this s**t crackin' like
De La Hoya and Mayweather.
Aint no YMCA s**t here Ceaz, you took a
wrong turn,
now learn your lesson as I set you straighter than a Nia
Long perm.
When I ignite the mic, you can expect my explosive
rhymesto have you yellin' "DYN-O-MITE" like JJ from Good
Times.
Stryker Vs Ceaz part two, and I've returned with a
vengeanceto expose you as a pipe dream like the Pledge of
Allegiance.
My s**t more divine than the holy child born in the
manger,
while all you spit is the s**t you shot from givin' yourself a
stranger.
Call me Warren G, cuz Ceaz is so nervous of gettin'
regulated,
he studderin' like "guh guh guh" like he on the toilet
conspitated.
Guh-guh-get yo a** back, b***h! I'm pullin' more iron than Tony
Starkas I prepare to scratch you off like Angelina Jolie's crabs on
Southpark.
Ceaz feelin' like a G cuz he's beefin' with so many in Rappers
Haven,
but his silly capers only rival those of "That's So
Raven."
So take your future seein' a** back to Nick, cuz I got a
Cannonfor you to foresee me goin
wild n' out on whatever bullshit you
plannin'.
Cuz I grab the mic and transform to the Hulk from Bruce
Banner,
while you couldn't even get a
DJ to play your s**t if your name was
Danny Tanner.
I'm still trying to find that middle ground... hope I found it.
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