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!!!!!

sounds like a lotta second hand moke. No doubt you inhaled.
got the munchies?

Kota has a legal script for her cataracts... but I do sometime catch a little second hand smoke... sorry...

my lumps my eggalicious lumps