"They see me rollin', they hatin'."

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 »

Brick says..."you have metal problems... yea mental problems."

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

To the artist formerly known as Egg, I don't know who you think my owner is... but he is not some 2 dollar "date" from Brooks Road... he cannot make up funny rhymes on demand for your sick amusement. art comes from inspiration and lots of intoxication. So when you least expect it, maybe you will get your request.

Love, Kota

P.S. sniff, sniff... I miss your bottom

I love lamp!

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!!!!!