an intuitive chick, so listen when she says you're reading into it a bit. Let's get it going, these cronies ain't steppin' on me. Their homies are My Little Ponies holding the pepperoni. If only their persona weren't so lonely and 'methadoney', their poems wouldn't be as phoney as Lil' Kim's testamoney. Keep it down - quit boasting like you're hot, 'cause I've been blowing up spots since you were old enough to watch. While I'm signing autographs, posted on your block - you're inside with your boys, posting on you blog and... I'm not impressed. You're not the best. Track Name: Pink Lemonade featuring Apt I don't just shine, I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend to date. I need an ice-cold chick, not just any babe, but if life throws you lemons make lemonade. 'Ghettosocks is the illest' tagged in the girls' bathroom by your main-squeeze after I killed it. Yo homie, pay attention 'cause I got something clever to say (on point like every letter was 'A') when I'm on stage kids reconsider their fate, and make changes on the spot to be better and great. Count Sockula Esquire got grand imperial boom in your mouth like a cereal spoon. Yea I used to know serious goons who would get coked-up and go nuts like Dennis Leary would do. As a youngin' I would make missions over to Hull where I saw a guy double-bottled over his skull. Split cheap pitchers, kept pounding 'em out spending