's out there on the ice again She's breaking down slowly, colliding as she holds your hand You don't know what to do There's a game now, we'll be there
that nothings spoken, she's out there on the ice again she's take me down slowly, she's holding on to what she can you don't know what to do there's
! Hahaha, yo check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots! Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the
mic makes you look like a rapper But you're just a sloppy copy cat Front on me and I'm a hit you with a bat Bottom of the nineth, two out, and I'm at
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks (Racks) Got racks on racks on racks Got racks on racks on
boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went out to get some. I come back, open the door And there's Veronica and Charlie doing
this cold world is like heel toein on thin ice, Lightin up now some THC, Focus on more (not sure what he says) So much stress in my life there's a whole
this out, you faggots ain't even on my level. I'ma let D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots! [Kon Artis] Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way
check this out, you faggots ain't even on my level. I'ma let D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots! [Kon Artis] Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the
they do Because they ask who are, we what are you new? We're the double Ices on the rhyme, and on the cut Stompin out suckers like cigarette butts Swing it, Ice
Hahaha, yo check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots! [Kon Artis] Yo!Get out the way yo, get
fuck you chump gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up And you put Jada on a track thats how
Cryin tears of a puppet band If there?s a fire, there?s a fireman Fun?s to be heard across the land I do magical tricks Got a truckload full Lying on
