Like A Sprained Ankle Boy I Aint

The Girl Or The World, You See Someone Gotta Lose. I Thought I Could Have It All, Do I Really Gotta Choose?

When I Finish Writing A Rap Verse. It's A Lot Like Sex: You Start Off Slow With Ideas, Like Foreplay, And Then You Put Your All Into It. When You End It With The Perfect Thought, It's Like That Perfect Last Stroke.

Good Women Are Rare Too, None Of Them Have Come Close

Throw Em A Bone And They Want A Steak.

You Be At The Games Looking Right All Season, But You Always With Me On The Night Yall Leaving.