8th
I got rhymes like dimes and nickels you rap like tommy pickles
met a girl outside penn station said can I borrow five dollars so I can call my kids?
I said i’ll give you ten if you can prove that they exist she said who that is
so I gave it to her with southern diction
i’m half of jules and vin from pulp fiction
i’m jules and jim from a classic french film
used to be juice and gin but now i’m juelz and jim
from fred doug to doug fresh to sugar hill i spit poems
like a white lil kim but not fem
enine, like a black eminem without valium
now she know the ozark valley i’m in
and you know how the rest played
like madison square i’m lookin over there
wishin she was out my hair and she had welfare
but she spent it elsewhere
save the fuckin story i’m the fuck up outta here
