This is a song about "Crocodile"

Damn them teeth look like they straight out the crocodile,

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

All along the waterfront, like a crocodile/

I wanna buy grills so big you can put it on a crocodile smile

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Crocodile to these fishes watch em pile like some dishes

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

See you later at the dinner, cry crocodile tears

We a crocodile to these fishes

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Oh no crocodile jumps out and everyone is screaming now,