Rhyme Room (Episode 1) lyrics

Can't even tell ya how hot it's been
All I know is that I make eskimo's sweat, when I grab a pen
When it's below ten, degrees
Act like I haven't blessed you, pretend, sneeze
Walk on the beat bent knees
Landlord still buggin' "Can I get the rent please?"
I told her I got the money, in my Jiz-eans
Don't worry, I spit sixteens like zipped seams
(Quook, Pow) I fossilize emcee's
T-Rex knock I leave water in cups rippling
Said you on vacation just to ask you (Are you tripping!?)
Only became your teacher just to pass you (Rik Riiiing, Riiiing)
Tell your b*tch she should keep her eyes closed
I'm a fire-man, I put the water inside these hose
Put her face in the cannon, like Alamo
Take a picture of her drinkin' whisky, in designer clothes
I told her I would take her out for sushi rolls
But I fed her dog food, straight Alpo
WHAT?! Did I lie to her too much, confide in her too much
Said I was ridin' with the bucks, My pride was hidin' my love
But I believe I'm alive I'm alive ya ain't live enough
To f*ck with this poor pimp and these hoes I'm allowed to f*ck
Could it be the way that I f*ck with a big di*k (Haha)
Switch the position let me bring it like Slick Rick (Watch)
Get on all fours baby, you know how we do it shawty
No I don't have a Mercedes but I know how you like Bacardi
Hop up in the bucket seat, let me make room for ya
Wal-Mart white panties, let me move 'em for ya
Alabama I'mma bring the f*ckin' truth home
So tell me hater what would you like up on your tombstone
You were lookin' for a fight to pick with me
So tell me what the views like sittin' six feet deep