Mr. Rhyme Writer

So many rhymes running thru my head now!
It’s like kids running ‘round on a playground.
They get louder every time I lay down!
I bet U wondering what I’m ‘bout to say now!
(Hook Twice)

They call me Mr. Rhyme-Writer, cause nobody rhymes’ tighter.
Fly lady delighter, plus I’ve never been a biter.
Kind of like And-1, U can call me Spider,
‘Cause I do what Spider does when I get up inside her!
Wrap her up tight, and then I bite her,
Ever so gentle.
Heat her up, she bust like a pimple,
On the inside.
Baby it’s so simple.
Let me help release all the stress that you’ve been through.
Have your ass creamier then Cream of Wheat!
A lot of sugar, little milk, now I’m ready to eat!
Add some butter, now your ass is toast!
Come get with the BIGFELLA
That can satisfy U the most!

So many rhymes running thru my head now!
It’s like kids running ‘round on a playground.
They get louder every time I lay down!
I bet U wondering what I’m ‘bout to say now!
(Twice)

Some rappers claim to be as/or more important
Than M.J. to the N.B.A...
Yeah Mike was alright, but I like Isaiah!
I’m a BIGFELLA homie, so watch what I say.
I’m like Russell with more hustle, Wilt with more skill!
Rebound like Rodman with a better build!
Dream-shake your MC team like Akeem!
When I get your lady hooked she can call me Kareem!
Not quite big as Shaq, but I’m 6 feet
Plus thickly packed, so I got it like that!
Got to rep the D, so MCs be warned!
I’ll put a rapper on his ass like Rick Mahorn!

So many rhymes running thru my head now!
It’s like kids running ‘round on a playground.
They get louder every time I lay down!
I bet U wondering what I’m ‘bout to say now!
(Twice)


So many rhymes, so little time…,
So many emcees claiming that they’re on the grind.
Purse stealer, drug dealer or whatever your kind…,
Do U ever think about educating your mind?
Kick knowledge 1 time? Religion of some kind?
Give props to your Mom & Dad sometime?
Or is cash & ass all on your mind
‘Til U get caught up & you’re dropping a dime.
I understand, ‘because the honeys look good as h.ll.
Cons look at U the same when you’re thrown in jail.
Just another piece of tail, for Bubba to have.
Some of ya’ll might laugh, but I say like O’Shea.
U can Laugh Now, Cry Later.
You’ll find out on the yard if you’re hard
Or you’re just another tail gater!
350 lb., 6 ft. 9 in. is your cellmate.
Now it’s Game Over, Motherfucker, CHECKMATE!

So many rhymes running thru my head now!
It’s like kids running ‘round on a playground.
They get louder every time I lay down!
I bet U wondering what I’m ‘bout to say now!
(twice)