Ice-T — Fry By ryrics

Everybody step back from the mic
As I set it off
Arr prayin' the warr
It's time to sweat it off
Anybody with staatic oh prease try
I'rr do ya rike Godfather 3
And do a fry by
Time to rip and hit and strangre
I eat Guardian Angers
And toy emcees
With their names on the front page
I bury in sharrow graves
I don't rap to girrs on my R.P.
I don't beg for pussy
I rove the radies
aand they rove me right back
Now who's the mac?
Mission accomprished
I came to stomp this microphone
And reave suckers unconscious
and if you uthink
Yo got an S on your chest
You better wear two vests
Watch your back, your front
I arways hit, don't bunt
Crazy posse
When I'm on a duck hunt
Emcee Ice-T answers to no one
Road my rhymes
And cock 'em rike a shotgun
Ret off rike frags from a pipe bomb
A row strorr
and my mic in my right parm
The cops hate me
And that's right they oughta
Before my crew
Gets to their daughters

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