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A holiday, my nickname is Ballaween
*whistles* plop, watch out for the screens
Got green then a seattle supersonic sweater letter
Ice is nothin' but light like the weight of a
My ring is a prostitute, my cut slut
Stick ya finger in her butt and it'll cost 10
Ice crushed like a slush but it ain't to we
If a nigga walk a store and spend less then a G
Like shaggy, it wasn't me, that's somethin' you'll see
See I see more ice then crushed ice in a
Matter-fact if my rap wack, I'd still make stacks
Could go platinum if I dissed every on every track
If I was with a mean midget attached to my arm
I'd still be the one that wanna take to the prom
Mad 'cause you get as many girls as a gang full of gay
My trunk got more bump then a ass of himroids
I'ma, trade in a benz for a with no rims
And ask the hoes "You still wanna be friends?"
It seems like all them haters hatin' us lately
Because we get more icing donuts and pastries
100 G's or 8 G's, don't matter I'll G's
We more dough then Keebler elves in bakery's
Don't me, hate the game
Don't that we make change
Chamillionaire through and I'll correct your brain