Introduction to Ice Fishing lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
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 p*ss me off
New kids, get against the wall
Schoolin' n*ggas like this the bat and Mr. Ball
Take a snooze, look n*gga, if you miss the ball
It's twenty laps, back-to-back, courtesy of Coach Mikey
And I'm blowin' the whistle on b*tch n*ggas wearin' Nikes
Reeboks, Adidas - let's get this sh*t 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

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Hundred-billion-dollar-finned dollar fish
In and take a shrimp, I'm a shark to you squids, sh*t
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 a garnish
Pour a glass of the water, I'm a finish what I started
Mouth cleaners, barracudas, n*gga's tuna in the water
And the Cool Kids, babble like we poot'ed in the water
Clean-plate club like a muh'f*cker, 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, n*ggas 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