[Tim Dog]

Ahhh shit, well I'll be God damned

The life that I live is not of mortal man

Pursuin my righteous, hype just, might just get

another chance to uphold my lightning

Peace, now at the least

I'll crush a motherfucker that gives me beef

I'm the hardcore master, one that has ta

cruise right past ya remain disaster

So step - what the fuck you got beef for

You fuckin with me for, a kid on a see-saw

The man in hand that sass the clan the motherland

So what's your damn problem man?

Comprehend and then, if you still pretend

That your rhymes will win, I will fuck your girlfriend

Again, and again and again, and again

And when the pussy is sore, I will fuck her again

In the back door, in other words her black ass

I send her home for sex ed class

She ain't shit, she can't even fuck

She had the nerve to not even suck

my dick, yeah she's gotta be sick

I threw her out my house real quick

I'm a bitch molester, an Uncle Fester

The one to lust for, caress and test-a

So I suggest-a, when you address

to grab a titty palm her ass, cause I done left her

Forget her, cause Tim Dog is large

Dog's a motherfuckin Benz garage

I'm a Porsche Audi, like John Gotti

I like to party but what's up with the body

I'm a sex fiend, won't jerk off or masturbate

As long as pussy I hear, I'm straight

I'ma fuck and fuck, and fuck and fuck

Then fuck and fuck, then I fuck and fuck

Then I fuck and fuck, then I fuck and fuck

And what I'm doin after that?  I'ma still fuck

So Ced Gee, you know you're next in line

Yo, take the mic and bust a dope-ass rhyme



[Ced Gee]

One two one two one more goes like this

False alarm - you ain't seen no smoke

The smoke you're seein, is there cause I broke

down the rhyme a vicious kind to feed your mind

The warning sign, and then recline

Down, and rhyme when the pace kicks

Up up a hundred, yo I gotta get

a mic and get hyper, cause I can recite the

lyrics to flip the crowd, just like Pied Pipers

Music, I won't abuse it, nor misuse it

Just add some flavor to it yo and prove it

Just like that new car, with mileage it go far

You'll see the best Ced Gee I'm an Ultra star

Galactic, Galactus, fantastic

Brass trick, practice, yeah

You understand what I'm sayin?  Yo bust it

I'll control uphold the show

From beginnin to intro, Ced Gee is like nitro-glyc'

And I will diss, those who insist

on bustin their weak rhymes, Ced Gee will just piss

my urine right on you, strut then transform you

Hold you and mold you, rip you and fold you

Duck, so what the fuck, you out of luck

You rhyme like a Jetta while I rhyme like a Mack truck

Rollin hard with eighteen wheels and all

With the mic, so I must call

myself a leader, a whack rap deleter

The feeder who needs the, crowd to procede the

whole 9 yards as well as the distance

I'm Ced Gee, and I represent

All who want the call, leave their boy in awe

Who wants to be adored, Tim Dog - my mellow my man



[voice]

No, it's Jam Rock's turn

Jam, you ready Jam?