Im Not Done (it aint ova till that fat hoe sings)

I log on to ihoops Eating take-out from ihops Listening to Hip-Hop on my ipod Wearing a polo written Izod They say my way of rhyme is odd I tell them to piss off Nothing is flawed, in my rap Leaving critics in aww Wondering if they say what they saw Make them cut they leg off like saw Focus I am a master of my art I put effort in from the start Mean i got a lot of heart Lyrically engineering Different sound ringing To your hearing, indeering Mind body insynching Im not done (it aint ova till that fat hoe sing) And she's in the back room, practising Do-Ré-Mi-ing Eating a twinkie, Laying a stinkie I orderd Kfc, so she can eat and take a seat Coz i wanna rap till I crack or croak So i kidnapped da hoe and tied her with a rope Hid her in the basement and made her lick a toad Now she's seeing triple, drooling on her nipple I hung a steak on the treadmill She said ill, and ran till she lost weight So I tossed her a checken and she ate I fed her eight Pigs & Cupcakes I sat and wait on a saturday Feeding her pies all day Till her chair break Pick yourself up off the floor And work your vocal chords These rappers out there dont like me Coz they know im close to strike like lightning The fat lady by my side Im never gonna stop the rap Coz we made a pact And she's letting me ride