show up at your house party sipping orange pekoe tea-dot without Kardi. And I don't need any weapons to wet your clique 'cause I can reach into your chest just like a bag of ketchup chips. If your homie's passed out, then I'll tag your man, wake up grill covered with an Alpha Flight ambigram. (Get 'em Socks) No doubt, you know we got skills while these midgets ain't equipped to rep the Lollipop Guild. Yo Bix, they're over wih. I keep it moving like stolen kicks, strolling through the frozen snowin' Canada's cold as a bitch. Me and my peeps got hot eats in the grotto, fresh meat in the taco, extra cheese in the nacho. Crisp tee reading 'got beef?' as the motto lounged on the couch peeling tangerines from Morocco. Chocolate milk in bags? I'm slashin' up the spout. While your family is out, I'll read the pantry of your house. Been known to make a jam sammy for your spouse: she got candy in her mouth rocking panties and a blouse. Used to call her 'Icey' (fly as snow breezin') and always bought her treats 'cause she cried for no reason. Found out she was secretly high through four seasons and partied every night but would lie alone weekends, like girl, why you so complicated? Then I turned back to my Pizza Pop and ate it. She started trying to tell me something 'bout her needs. I threw my hoodie on and said I'm out for