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Talkin bout my rhymes
Like a ship on a reef
Betta check yo roll
And listen up chief

Yea I'm white
Like some wonder bread
I bite my ducks
In the side of the head

I sleep at the riv
And shoot a cheap gun
Look real close
It says Get Some

Words are cheap
Like shells on the floor
Hunted 21 days
Killed 474

So rhyme away
And waste my time
See ya in the fall
Then your mine

Bizzo

The next time you bust out a rhyme with the word Flavor......it better be Flava

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So go to www.grovernation/pickledbeets.com and show your support for deeznerts.

I have talked with the powers that be and I have a new password.
So Get Some.

Roses are red,
Buttercups are yellow,
Sometimes in our bedroom
We snuggle with a fellow!

Sometimes I sleep nude,
Other times in fuzzy flannels.
This year was not good;
Huntma forgot the love handles.

A few guests stay the night,
Sometimes Ace and Gary.
Kota always complains
when my chest is too hairy.

I have more than a few flaws,
one of them involves fire.
If you get on my bad side,
I'll send you to N. Greenbriar!

While we are out hunting
and the ducks wanna come,
They had better be afraid,
My 870 says "Get Some!"

Often when I finally say take em'
I have already pulled the trigger.
Hunt with me several times
And I promise to make you quicker!

I come over in the summer
to take care of the grass.
That almost hold me over,
until I can shoot em' in the......eye!

I will have to let yall go for now
Because I need to get in bed.
I have been hittin the Turkey hard
and tomorrow I'll have an aching head! more »

I will now dazzle you with a poem bout the Iceman

Iceman,Iceman
look at you go
Who are you sir?
We would like to know

A poet at times
A prankster none the less
Who are you sir?
We can only guess

Where are you now?
Where will you turn up next?
Who are you sir?
What can we expect?

I've talked to Kota
She doesn't say much
Who are you sir?
We need to know as such

Your drink of choice
What can it be?
Who are you sir?
Vodka and cranberry?

The time has come
I will be a witness
Who are you sir?
Get down with the sickness!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Louis works with teeth
And I do too

I am rarely late
I arrive on time
I get my fix
From an Iceman Rhyme

When I cruise in the van
I pop my colla
And don't you know
It makes the girls holla!

When I'm in the Burg
I am gangastyle
I have special powers
Just like the Green Mile

I'm wrappin this up
See ya later
Don't wanna be
A playa hata

Don't leave your fans hi and dri without another tidbit from the mind of ICEMAN.
Hopkins says he needs it like he needs the Chronic!
AHHHHHHHHH GEEEEEEEEZ!!!!!