Freestyle Fellowship - Heat Mizer lyrics

What you gonna do with that beat? What you gonna do with that beat? What you gonna do with that beat? Aceyalone: Well, I-za, heat mizer, and I'm wiser Than any other rapper no matter the size of Girl or guys-a, they all dies-a I ship 'em up and take 'em up to Kaiser Third floor, hospital ward Doctor, his spinal cord's tore His final words roared- 'I don't want no more, I don't want no more, lord, life' Infrared chipper, one for the gipper Dead like a door knob, k**ed in a slipper While rolling in my rollerblades, fell and broke my shoulder blade Laid and I prayed Then I grabbed a razorblade stayed and I played Then I broke a mental barricade Don't you hate it when your ice pick sticks right in the skull And you gotta pull it out with two hands? Don't you hate it when your chainsaw's out of gasoline And you gotta use a butcher's knife on a man Yucky, yucky, yes, yes Huckleberry, wet flesh There's a couple necking in the woods by the trees Could it be the prince and the princess? Getting undressed, having s** in the moonlight- freeze [Ah.. he froze]