Introduction to Ice Fishing

It's Mike, say what up to Chuck

Everything's on the up and up

Up-and-comin' cup comin' from the cup

Cut from the same cloth, from the hands of a champion

You cut from the cloth that a bum wipes his hands with

After a little yard work and a sandwhich, I'm jammin'

This is what you get when you piss me off

New kids, get against the wall

Schoolin' niggas like this the bat and Mr. Ball

Take a snooze, look nigga, if you miss the ball

It's twenty laps, back-to-back, courtesy of Coach Mikey

And I'm blowin' the whistle on bitch niggas wearin' Nikes

Reeboks, Adidas - let's get this shit clear like elitists

I was the dude in school, didn't play sports

But was still poppin' all the cheerleaders

What's poppin?

You don't need the legs of a cheetah

Just to run your mouth

Kicking all that riff-raff

And my wallet fold out like a fold-out couch

With a couple half-dollars and a two-dollar bill

Extinct money, so you know we do it for real

I think money, fish on a bike with wheels

Hundred-billion-dollar-finned dollar fish

In and take a shrimp, I'm a shark to you squids, shit

You heard what they did to that squid at that party?

Had these hammerhead sharks, turned him into calamari

Sat him next to some rice, with a lemon and an orange

Pour a glass of the water, I'm a finish what I started

Mouth cleaners, barracudas, nigga's tuna in the water

And the Cool Kids, babble like we poot'ed in the water

Clean-plate club like a muh'fucker, mother duck

I'm a throw a father in the scene like a father's-

Day child-support payment to his mom, butter knives

Get the Jelly-Jam Jerry for you tongues

Chuck is wiped out, niggas know when I'm on, stop listen

Hearing new different pages of my big brown

"How to Eat a Turkey When You Running Out of Breath"

But what's left, me and Mikey got an album full of piff