![]() One of their tweets this morning had me choking with laughter and gasping for air (or that could just be my cold?!) it said: “Went oot faw dinnah last neet an Ash had Buffaleu wings startah, Ah didden even kna tha buffaleus can flay leik man, amazin!” Hahaaa oh I love how I’m so easily amused! It is the funniest (but often very hard to read) twitter I’ve come across. *puts head down in shame* Moving on… in other twitter news I’m following who pretends to be Cheryl Cole but types in her Geordie accent. And I apologise, that was defo the Lemsip talking. I’m guessing you’re all thinking I’m pretty lame, but seriously in my world, this is HUGE!! (Think how big Michelle McManus was, and triple it… see I told you it was huge!)… OUCH that was low Em. I swear this is literally the most exciting news of my day. Today was my second #follow Friday on Twitter *geek* and it was lovely. NAAAAT! So tonight I’m heading off to the land of nod early, after overdosing on vitamins and flu attacking medicines in the hope that I’ll wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (I’ve been quoting song lyrics all day, I don’t know what’s wrong with me) … Sorry what I meant to say was: in the hope that I’ll awake tomorrow feeling a lot better. Seriously, why now? It’s Friday, just in time for the weekend. ![]() I fear the kind words will not be received after this one, so please don’t raise any hopes! For I am currently curled up on the sofa in my jammies with a hoodie (all pinks obvs), a blanket, box of tissues, soothers, a hot ribena, a lemon Lemsip, vitamins and Beechams flu tablets! Yes I sure do know how to spend a Friday evening you don’t need to tell me! I woke up this morning feeling a little strange and as the time went by it become apparent that I was facing the beginning of a cold. Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine Reading for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball" Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine - All I heard were shells Falling on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas b**per to b**per the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene, You know what I mean They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept We make it hype and you want to step with this Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "d***" If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem, Yo - I'll solve it! Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it.Good evening! I’m feeling very under pressure right now (hence the opening) as so many people who read my blogs have kind words to say about them. Yo - so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave. ![]() ![]() Dance, b** rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it, You better gain way You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi Did you stop? No - I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo, VIP, Let's kick it! Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby All right stop, Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
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