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#5
Yo VIP let’s kick it!
Alright, stop.
Collaborate and listen
Ice can’t find any salt in the kitchen
His heart is feeling mighty tightly
Blood flow harpooned arteries unsightly
Will it ever stop? Yo, I guess so
It’ll be the death of a washed up ho
To the extreme he shakes the salt like a monkey
Blood pressure risin’ and gettin’ kind of funky
Pants go rush to the red meat that looms
Colon blocked up like a pooper that dooms
Deadly, when he eats a dope big mac
Anything less will give him a heart attack
Love it or leave it your rapping ass gains weight
You better hit the doc’s office or the heart won’t play
If there was a junk food, yo Ice needs it
Check out the beat when his heart then eats it.
Salt, Salt, Baby dead cold
Salt, Salt, Baby dead cold
Yo, word to your mother.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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